Imperial Rule (IrishWolf & Lustful Bride)
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				Title: <strong>Imperial Rule (IrishWolf &amp; Lustful Bride) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 01:57:46</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.apx.lvr.de/media/apx/lvr_archaeologischer_park_/parkerweiterung/lebensbildcut_vogelperspektive_800.jpg)</div><br>It was a season of change. The autumn was advancing across the forests of Northern Krossa, turning the vast tracts of green into a riot of gold, fiery orange and blood red. The tall mountains were already peaked with white, even as their slopes, some cruelly steep, were blazed with color. The only place to find green, was in the deep thickets of pine, which stubbornly clutched to the ways of day’s past, much like many of the native people of land, tried to hold on to their old ways. But it was a time of change and the old ways were drying, like the warriors had, before the base of Mount Holmsa, where Krossa fell the Empire. <br><br>Despite the wishes and wills of the tribes, Northern Krossa, which had held off the Empire for generations, was now a mere province. The legions had marched north in the summer, their ranks swelled with native allies and met the combined might of the tribes, crushing them in one great victory. However it had taken the rest of the summer and&nbsp; the first days of autumn to pacify the land enough to allow a governor to be appointed, human settlers to arrive and taxes to be collected. Although any such tax collectors would need a strong guard, to keep them alive and what humans were moving into the land, collected themselves inside the forts the legions had built on their marches. Everyday, there seemed to be a new reports of some farm burned, which belonged to a human or one of the native beastman, who had allied with their Empire. <br><br>Few of the legions could remain to keep the peace, as wars elsewhere needed them. Most of the professional soldiers were replaced by Limitanei, human militia manning the fortifications in exchange for land and not expected to fight far from their holdings or the Auxilia, raised from the natives. However, many of those were not sworn to the Empire but were in truth Foederati, troops local chieftains had supplied, under treaty. Their loyalty was questionable to say the least, as their willingness to fight hinged on their chiefs, what those old men saw to gain from working with the Empire and their fear of returning legions.<br><br>Once such Foederati, stationed in the provincial capital of Lutonium, was under the command of Volkhard (https://e621.net/post/show/454372/2014-abs-anthro-balls-bear-biceps-black_nose-black), son of Volkmar, king of the Salians. They were all bear beastmen, nearly all black or brown on fur color, save for three. Their command and his two younger cousins were all white furred polar bears. Tall and proud they stood, armed with round shield and long bladed swords, along with their seax daggers and several throwing axes, tucked in belts. Each had been given a red legion tunic and a short shirt of mail but they continued to wear the barbaric trousers of their people and they needed no boots, their paw-like feet tougher than leather and hobnails. <br><br>Volkhard looked a king among them, with his height and noble bearing. Pushing slightly past the seven foot mark, he was taller than the rest, who already towered over the humans. He was strong and well built, as if someone had taken a mighty blacksmith and turned them into a furred giant. His fur, which he worked hard to keep clean, shone brightly in the sun, almost gleaming. His summer coat was thin, allowing one to see the play of his thick muscles, although with the changing of the seasons, it had begun to thicken into a shaggier winter layer, along his shoulders and chest, at the moment. Eyes like blue ice dominated his face, burning with the light of a young male’s pride. <br><br>The crack of wooden weapons slamming against one another, mingled with the meatier thumps of practice arms finding flesh, as the hundredman Foederati and their leader, fought one another in the practice yard of the barrack, keeping their warrior skills honed. Nearly all had stripped off the wool tunics, the day just a little too warm to be wearing the garments, leaving them bare chested and dressed only in trousers. There would be no doubt, many of the legionary officers, who might be watching from the balcony overlooking the yard, would sneer at which unsoldierly behavior but it did make for an impressive sight. <br><br>Volkhard smile broadly, as he let out a roar and drove the three brown bears he was practicing with, back with quick, hard strikes from his wooden sword and shoves from his shield. Where he stood, his back was the balcony, affording any standing there a good view of the rippling muscles across his back, as his shoulders rolled and stretched, with each stroke. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Imperial Rule (IrishWolf &amp; Lustful Bride) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>27-10-2015, 22:19:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://orig13.deviantart.net/e7cf/f/2013/332/e/5/roman_woman_study_by_tricketitrick-d6vy4cr.jpg)</div><br><br>“But father, you really cant expect me to stay here? The cold alone will kill me if the boredom doesn't do so first." Edwina said to her father, lounging on a couch in his office as she frowned at him, ignoring her as he did the endless drudgery that came with his job, signing endless documents and planting his seal on things that didn't really need it. The young girl had only just reached her 20th birthday and had spent the most of it on the road, in a stuffy carriage traveling all the way from the capitol of the glorious empire to the outskirts of civilization. And because of all the bandits about and rebel tribes she wasn’t allowed to leave the city walls. After only a week the girl had already been bored out of her mind and tired of the snow that hurt her delicate feet.<br><br>For an entire hour the complaining and whyning of the governor’s daughter grated on the man as he attempted to do work which required his attention. The fact that most of it consisted of denying requests for certain families to be punished for every single slight had insult. Finally he had had enough and told to his daughter that if she allowed him to assign a guard to her, she could explore all she liked and go wherever she pleased.&nbsp; <br><br>And that was how Volkhard found himself being eyed by Edwina. "Him father. The strongest one. Will that be a suitable guard for me?" She asked as she watched the bear do his work, knocking others back even when he was surrounded and outnumbered. The way his skin stretched over muscle and bone, the way his fur seemed to be the softest thing in the world. It all sold him to her. If she was going to have a guard hanging over her then he might as well look good.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Imperial Rule (IrishWolf &amp; Lustful Bride) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>IrishWolf</strong> on <strong>28-10-2015, 23:04:20</strong>
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				Lucius Caecius Pius, newly appointed governor of Krossa, looked down into the legionary training yard with no small measure of disgust. The beastmen in their barbarism, stirred the bile in his stomach, although they were physically impressive, if they had no other redeeming qualities. The thought of one of the brutes near his daughter, were upsetting. He would have preferred her to have picked out some fine legionary, hopefully an officer, who would know how to treat a highborn lady. But they had come across one of the Foederati sparring and his beautiful Edwina, had picked out one of them. <br><br>Given his unique coloring, the Governor knew of this one. His father had been one of the first of the tribal kings to ally with the Empire and the young warrior himself, had impressed several officers, during the battle of Mount Holmsa. Of all the chieftains and warriors, his line had proved the most loyal. Even now, as the warrior proved himself to be capable swordsman, not knowing what twists of fate, his abilities could have this day. If she had to pick out one of the Beastmen, he would be the best choice. <br><br>“Yes” said Lucius, grudgingly, as he gestured at the Praefectus, who commanded the Foederati. The man roared out Volkhard’s name, calling the warrior up to the balcony. The Polar bear turned, glancing up before strolling from the yard. He paused only slightly, to pull on the uncomfortable wool tunic and buckle his sword on, before climbing up the stairs and walking towards the small knot of officers, around the Governor and his daughter. As he came to a stop, he raised his right hand and thumped it against his chest, as if he had been summoned before some barbaric king, not his civilized superiors. <br><br>“How may I serve?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Imperial Rule (IrishWolf &amp; Lustful Bride) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lustful Bride</strong> on <strong>04-11-2015, 19:41:55</strong>
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				<em>'Yes. This one will do.</em>' The young daughter thought as she watched the massive, muscular beast before her and her father. The way he carried himself hinted at incredible strength hidden beneath that furred skin of his. Despite being of such impressive size, there was an almost gentleness about him that put Edwina at ease. Or perhaps it was more of her youth and naiive outlook that made light of Volkhard like a puppy. She continued to examine him while her father spoke up.<br><br>"You have done well to serve the Empire, soldier." He said, almost speaking to him as he would for a human. "I have need of someone strong and of good loyalties to guard my most precious treasure." The governor gestured to his daughter and then slipped out a small scroll from within his robes. <br><br>"Pack your things, beastman. You will be the guardian of my daughter while I remain within the territory. Her life will be your sole task, should you fail... well... just focus on keeping her safe,"
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