Legend of the Devourer (Ryven & Ciro)
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				Title: <strong>Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-07-2010, 18:10:49</strong>
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				The tavern was filled with a din of pints and voices.&nbsp; It was the busiest establishment in the small town of Meadow, at least for that time of the evening.&nbsp; Several patrons sat around worn, round tables, talking of everything and nothing at all.&nbsp; They were a common bunch with dreams of nothing more than to live and watch their children grow and prosper.&nbsp; Garen didn't find himself to be like them, however.&nbsp; Instead of drinking and passing the time with the few friends he had grown up with, he was sequestered away in a corner of the tavern, sitting at a table with only one other man.&nbsp; He was an elderly fellow with a bushy white beard, partially blind, and had a limp in one leg.&nbsp; The ravages of age had taken a toll on his body, but his mind seemed to be sharp as nails.<br><br>"I'm telling you, boy.&nbsp; Though it may be a legend, I believe that Karthas saved our town and possibly the world many years ago.&nbsp; I remember my father telling me the story when I was a youngster, and I believed it then too."&nbsp; The old man said in a voice that seemed to have the abrasiveness of sand.<br><br>"How do you know, Ashur?&nbsp; You weren't there.&nbsp; Have you ever seen any of these things you speak of?&nbsp; I mean, you speak of the Laguz sometimes as if you've lived amongst them, but I've never even heard of them.&nbsp; And...now this story.&nbsp; I'm intrigued, I have to admit.&nbsp; I wish I could leave and find some of these things...meet these people."&nbsp; Garen said, fingering the metal handle of his pint while looking down into the murky liquid.&nbsp; He always seemed to get like this after talking with Ashur.&nbsp; He became somber and thoughtful.&nbsp; The young man knew it would happen, but listening to the old man speak to him of the world beyond Meadow always gave him hope of one day leaving.&nbsp; Sadly, he could not leave.<br><br>The creak of the tavern door was heard just before the light sound of the bell as another patron entered.&nbsp; Garen looked over and groaned out.&nbsp; Ashur laughed lightly.<br><br>"You'd better go, lad.&nbsp; Lloyd is likely to be angry that you came here to listen to a crazy old man rather than finishing up in the shop."&nbsp; The old man said in a chuckle.<br><br>"Yeah...I know, but he never wants me to leave the shop.&nbsp; I sometimes wish I would have been captured by those slavers you talk about in your stories.&nbsp; It might be a better existence than this."&nbsp; Garen said before pushing his chair out as he stood.<br><br>"Be careful what you wish for, lad.&nbsp; Wishing for something like that is not something any free man should do.&nbsp; I would know.&nbsp; I survived them."&nbsp; Ashur said gravely.<br><br>"Yeah, yeah.&nbsp; It's really hard for me to believe what you say, Ashur, but thank you again, friend."&nbsp; Garen said before turning to walk toward his father.<br><br>"Good luck, boy.&nbsp; I have a feeling you'll need it in the future."&nbsp; The old man said before reaching for his own pint.<br><br>Lloyd stood with one arm bent with his hand planted on his waist and the other clutching his cane.&nbsp; The man looked rather menacing as he stared daggers at his son.<br><br>"What the hell do you think you're doing here instead of in the shop finishing up that order of shoes?"&nbsp; The man said deeply though not too loud.&nbsp; Lloyd was a strict old man, but he knew when to cause a scene and when not to.<br><br>"Uhh...sorry, dad."&nbsp; Garen said before walking past the man and out the door.<br><br>Outside, the air was crisp but not too cold.&nbsp; It was the perfect autumn evening.&nbsp; The stars were shown in the sky like bright diamonds, and the moon was at its mid-point, half illuminated by it's father sun.&nbsp; The boy sighed, plunging both hands into the pockets of his thick wool apron.&nbsp; He began to walk back to the shop.&nbsp; It was his home since he had been born.&nbsp; He vaguely remembered his mother who would care for him while his father would tend the shop.&nbsp; She was gone now though.&nbsp; Garen missed her dearly.&nbsp; It was another unspoken reason why he wished sometimes to be taken.&nbsp; His mother was taken in a raid.&nbsp; They tried looking for her, but by the time the village soldiers found the slaver outpost, it was completely deserted.&nbsp; He never saw her again.<br><br>Garen entered the shop, the heat immediately warming him.&nbsp; He looked to the work table and anvil with his work left unfinished.&nbsp; There were still another half dozen shoes to fashion for some horses.&nbsp; He would have been done by now, but&nbsp; he couldn't seem to keep his mind from wandering.&nbsp; So, he left to talk with Ashur, ask him to tell him some more of the tales he always enjoyed.&nbsp; It got him into trouble more times then not.<br><br>With another sigh, he moved to the table, picking up his hammer to continue working.&nbsp; It would be a late night for him, but at least now he had something new to think about while he worked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 00:03:31</strong>
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				It may have been the dead of night, but the wilderness around the little town of Meadow couldn’t have been more alive. Just five miles away the site of torches lit a small field where many men could be heard shouting into the night. “Find him,” seemed to be the most popular of the phrases being shouted at this time, though, “bastard” often made it’s way into the sentence. Many of the men stood their ground and guarded a small caravan that was being lead by a couple large horses. This caravan was the target of the large tiger that stalked the area as he crept along the nearby forest.<br><br>Being scarlet normally was not much help to the beast, but in his current environment shades or red and orange had helped camouflage the beast and making it easier to take the men out. One man was already a mangled mess on the floor. His neck was completely snapped and the large cat’s fangs had left a nice mark on his neck. He had tasted foul, but then again most humans did.<br><br>Orrick had little time to ponder why beorc, or humans, tasted so terrible. He had to disable the men’s movement. He of course had little choice in how to go about this. Though the horses had done nothing wrong, they had to be taken care of. He moved with stealth to the nearest spot and prepared to leap. What he was unaware of was that the archer in this little band was ordered to shoot at anything the moved near the horses. The Scarlet tiger leapt and pounced on the nearest horse. <br><br>Chomping down on its neck with stealth and clawing it was a process that would only take a few seconds, but it was a few seconds too long. He felt the arrows pierce deeply into his skin and let out a painful roar before making a run for it. The men were hot on his trail now though. Many, including the archer ran after him and he felt another arrow pierce his lower thigh. However he ignored it as much as he could and ran. <br><br>If he allowed himself to be caught then there would no way he could save the others from the beorc. Orrick moved, letting adrenaline carry his feline body as far as it could go. The second arrow fell out of him as he ducked and moved under trees and bushes. Then he saw a clearing and leapt. It was sadly miscalculated as he landed right in front of a small shop building where a young blacksmith was still working. Orrick, quickly got up and shook off his crash. He was in settlement, but what was unclear was whether it was friend of foe.&nbsp; He moved again, but this time his movements were slower. He had lost some blood from his wounds and his adrenaline rush was gone. <br><br>He made it to the front of be building before he completely collapsed. He remained it cat form for only a little while are he breathed heavily. Then his body began to rapidly change. Before anyone would know the difference a naked man was lying on the ground on his side. He was unconscious with a mess of long scarlet hair trailing behind his head. His shoulders were broad and an arrow pierced the one that was facing upward towards the sky. He was muscular and tall, but not human. His ears were catlike with scarlet fur as was a large scarlet tail that began to curve just above his butt. There were also red strips that marked along each side of his face. Red hair covered much of his chest and trailed down the crotch. There was also some red hair on his legs. All, in all, he was handsome, but certainly feral looking.&nbsp; He forced his eyelids up and exposed his yellow cat eyes as he struggled to remain conscious. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 00:33:36</strong>
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				The rhythmic clanking of metal on metal was oddly hypnotic to Garen at the moment.&nbsp; His eyes glowed with a deep emerald hue as the fire of the forge lit his work space.&nbsp; In one hand was a pair on long iron tongs holding a U shaped piece of metal flat on the anvil.&nbsp; It's color was fiery orange like the sun setting on an autumn twilight.&nbsp; His other hand came down hard, '<em>Clank</em>,' one motion after another, <em>Clank</em>.'&nbsp; That went on for seemingly hours as the young man worked into the night.&nbsp; However, something shattered the melodic rhythm.&nbsp; <br><br>Outside the shop was a rather indistinct thud, as if something large and solid had been dropped.&nbsp; Garen immediately looked up toward the door, his hammer clutched in one hand, motionless in mid-swing.<br><br>"Huh?"<br><br>Lloyd had long since fallen asleep inside the house proper, a bottle of whiskey in one hand to send him off into slumber.&nbsp; The old man might have stumbled outside though.&nbsp; It wasn't unheard of.&nbsp; He had done it many times in years passed as he mourned his wife.&nbsp; Garen sighed and let the tongs drop the hot iron on the anvil to rest for the moment.&nbsp; He set his tools down nearby before pulling off his gloves.&nbsp; His forehead had beads of sweat resting upon it which he rubbed away with the sleeve of his soot covered tunic and apron.&nbsp; Strands of his dark honey hair clung to parts of his head as perspiration mingled with the locks.<br><br>"Fool has probably fallen down again."&nbsp; Garen muttered under his breath before grabbing a torch from a sconce within the shop and lighting it in the forge.&nbsp; Flames came to life and grew on the oil soaked end as he pulled it back to sit upright in his hand.&nbsp; The young man walked to the large front door which was kept open slightly to allow heat and air to circulate freely.<br><br>As he peeked his head out, he saw nothing at first.&nbsp; He swung the torch left then right, looking around until he caught the sight of something red.&nbsp; Garen stepped out further, letting the torch illuminate his path until the full image of the figure laying on the ground came into view.&nbsp; His green eyes widened as the torch slipped from his hands.<br><br>Laying on the ground before him was...it was a Laguz.&nbsp; Ashur said they existed.&nbsp; He wanted to believe the man, but it was so difficult to imagine.&nbsp; Here one was though.&nbsp; He was wounded though.&nbsp; One arrow was protruding from a broad shoulder.&nbsp; Garen hadn't thought they would be quite that big though.&nbsp; He always thought he was a large man, but the Laguz was quite big.<br><br>Garen tried to snap himself out of his awe, kneeling down to pick up the torch and stab it into the ground in a more upright position.&nbsp; He had no idea if the other male was conscious or not, so he approached cautiously, making a circle around to his front side.&nbsp; He looked down to find a pair of yellow cat-like eyes barely open.<br><br>"Uhh...h-hello?&nbsp; You're hurt.&nbsp; I...I need to take care of you."&nbsp; Garen knelt down in front of the large man, reaching down slowly to try and inspect the wound more clearly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 01:01:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;Orrick found himself in almost a trans-like state as he was losing the battle to remain conscious. However, the other man’s voice broke him out of this. He rolled away with incredible stealth and started to stand, but quickly fell back again on one knee. Instead he pulled his lips back and hissed at the man. He had no idea who it was that had spoken to him and was being defensive. However, he calmed down when he saw it was a young beorc. He was certainly shorter than Orrick, but not as short as most beorcs he met. He sheathed his fangs from sight of the young man.<br><br>Feeling uncomfortable in a kneeling position, Orrick sat cross legged and look at the other man. Some of his scarlet, hair fell to the sides his face and framed it menacingly as he stared harshly at the young man. “What do you want, Beorc?” He attempted to say strongly though he was thoroughly out of breath. Beorc was the Laguz word for human. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 01:14:09</strong>
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				The Laguz rolled away with blinding speed.&nbsp; Even in his injured state, his body seemed to move as fluidly as if he was at his peak.&nbsp; A great hiss followed which from the large man sounded almost like a roar because of his size.<br><br>Garen immediately fell back flat on his rear, fear in his face as he pushed away to plaster himself against the shop door.&nbsp; His breathing had suddenly quickened, adrenaline pumping into his veins.&nbsp; His eyes flickered to the torch as it was really the only weapon within reach at the moment.&nbsp; The other male seemed to calm a little though which Garen was glad for.&nbsp; He didn't want to fight this large creature.&nbsp; He would almost certainly lose, and it would probably cost him his life.<br><br>The Laguz settled on the ground before him, sitting cross legged now.&nbsp; His hair fell to each side of his face, making his yellow eyes look even more sinister.&nbsp; The young man swallowed hard before answering.<br><br>"Y-you're hurt.&nbsp; I was only trying...trying to help."&nbsp; His eyes wandered as Garen didn't want to stare him in the eye.&nbsp; It was like looking into the eyes of a wild beast.&nbsp; He found himself staring at the man's rather prominent groin though that wasn't much better.&nbsp; His cheeks flushed and he suddenly looked down at the ground between his legs.
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				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 02:56:53</strong>
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				Orrick stared back at him for a long while, but didn’t say anything. He had been raised from a young age not to trust beorc because many of them were slave traders. However, this one seemed sincere and he had a genuine fear of Orrick. On top of that he was a bit nervous when he noticed Orrick was naked. While the Laguz did wear clothes they did not shy away from nudity as much as humans. He thought it over a moment. It was getting hard for him t maintain his pose and glare, but he needed to think if he should trust this human. <br><br>He noticed he was in a village or rather near one because of the position of the closest building was near the edge of it. It was a bad situation if he had to interact with beorc because he had lost his clothes. However, it also meant that the beorc he was speaking to wasn’t a threat. Perhaps he had acted to hastily when he threatened the beorc man.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>He let go of his glare and go and closed his eyes. He took one deep breath. “Thank you, I will accept your help.” However, he didn’t move. He would have the beorc come to him and examine him. He wasn’t sure as though his body could stand to move at this point. He opened his eyes and from their expression it was obvious he was tired. His ears twitched slightly and he slouched forward a bit as he tried to relax.<br><br><br>His elbows rested on his thighs and his hands were dangling from his legs. He looked much more relaxed and not threatening at all. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 03:49:10</strong>
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				Garen risked another glance when he saw the Laguz move from the corner of his eye.&nbsp; What he saw was the large man closing his eyes and visibly relaxing.&nbsp; That along with his words made the young man a bit more at ease.&nbsp; He swallowed hard but didn't move for a long moment.&nbsp; He looked the large male up and down for a moment, making sure there wasn't any hint of threat still lurking.&nbsp; When he could find none, he too relaxed, exhaling for what felt like the first time since he'd seen the Laguz.<br><br>"Alright.&nbsp; Umm, stay there."&nbsp; He said, climbing to his feet and quickly moving into the shop.&nbsp; Garen was gone for only a moment or two, each second eating at him while he was away.&nbsp; His mind was positively giddy with the discovery of the cat-man outside.&nbsp; He couldn't wait to tell Ashur.&nbsp; He rushed back out to find the Laguz still there, much to his delight.&nbsp; While he was inside, he had grabbed some clean rags and a small bucket of water which he slowly brought toward the man.&nbsp; Even though he seemed more at ease now, Garen didn't make any fast movements that could be construed as hostile.<br><br>He set the bucket down next to the male before moving behind him.&nbsp; The torch illuminated the wound better now.&nbsp; It looked worse than it seemed, but it would still need mending.&nbsp; He reached up with one hand to touch the arrow shaft which brought a flinch of pain from the Laguz.<br><br>"I'm sorry!"&nbsp; Garen apologized.&nbsp; "I need to get the arrow out though."
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				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 04:18:35</strong>
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				Orrick watched the man go inside and said nothing. He wondered what he had managed to get himself into. He needed to rest so that his wounds healed. He needed to get better quickly so that he could go after the Caravan again. He had managed to take down one of the horses, but that would only slow them down. If he didn’t go after them soon he would lose the trail forever.&nbsp; When the young man returned Orrick remained relaxed, but he did keep a watchful eye on the young man. <br><br>It was hard to trust humans. They were very similar to Laguz, but many were slavers and many others believed the Laguz to be sub-human. Still he was sure he was more than intimidating to the man who was approaching him cautiously.&nbsp; Orrick had always been a large one, even among other tiger Laguz. If the human was truly helping him, than Orrick would do his best not to be threatening or frightening towards the man. <br><br>He flinched a bit when he felt the arrow move, but said nothing. He nodded in response to the man’s words and allowed the arrow to be pulled out of him. He growled a bit as the last of it was removed, but did nothing else. When he felt the wound being cleaned he felt more at ease. The pain was gone now and soon he would be able to rest. <br><br>“I am Orrick of the Beast Tribe,” He announced, “To whom I owe my thanks?” Orrick decided that being proper and polite was the best way to put both men at ease. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 04:41:37</strong>
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				He took the nod as a good sign and returned his hands to the arrow shaft.&nbsp; His fingers curled around the red soaked wood while his other hand held firmly around the wound to minimize further injury.&nbsp; With one swift jerk, he pulled the arrow out and tossed it aside.&nbsp; The growl didn't surprise him this time, but he was still very cautious.<br><br>Garen took a large cloth and dipped it into the water before wringing it out and bringing it to the wound.&nbsp; He cleaned it as best he could before unfolding a much longer piece of cloth.&nbsp; "Could you...hold this here?"&nbsp; He said, reaching under one of the Laguz' large arms to hold the end of the cloth just under the cat-man's arm pit.&nbsp; When he did so, Garen knelt behind him again and began to wrap the cloth around the large torso before him, covering the wound firmly.<br><br>To his surprise, he spoke up just as Garen finished.&nbsp; "Umm...I'm Garen.&nbsp; Of Meadow."&nbsp; He said, introducing himself.&nbsp; The young man offered a polite smile before turning his attention toward Orrick's lower thigh.<br><br>"Here as well."&nbsp; He said more to himself than to the cat-man.&nbsp; Garen moved around to Orrick's front, leaning closer to inspect the wound.&nbsp; The Laguz' arm was obscuring it a bit though, so he reached with his hands to gently grasp the large appendage and pull it away.<br><br>"Can you spread your leg out?&nbsp; If it doesn't hurt you too much."&nbsp; Garen asked, glancing up to the red striped face.&nbsp; At this short distance, the young man noticed the abundance of red hair along the large man's torso.&nbsp; It was a peculiar color for hair, and so much of it too.&nbsp; He stared for a long moment, waiting for Orrick to move into position for him.
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				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 05:20:25</strong>
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				Orrick said nothing else as he was being patched up. He had been patched up in the past so he understood how things worked and was fairly compliant. <br><br>The young man said he was from Meadow and Orrick had to assume Meadow was the name of this village. At least he knew the name of where he was. Now the trick would be getting back on the trail he had been on. Orrick was rather surprised at the young man’s willingness to get so close to him. Many beorc he had met kept their distance. <br><br>He studied the human’s features. He was young, no more than nineteen maybe. Orrick himself was not much older, but he was already halfway to twenty three. He had a decent build for a young human, but from what could be seen it lacked definition. He was taller as well. Not as tall as Orrick, but he could stand taller than some Laguz. He was taken a bit by surprise when his arm was lifted and the man came closer to his thigh. Then he stared at the hair on Orrick’s body. <br><br>He arched his brow giving the human a weird look, but moving his leg all the same. He could take care of this injury himself, but the human seemed persistent so he let him have at it, but kept a close eye on him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 05:31:13</strong>
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				He finally took his eyes away from Orrick's torso when the large leg before him moved out and extended to allow him a better look.&nbsp; It didn't look too bad.&nbsp; Garen took another cloth and soaked it in water before beginning to clean the blood away.&nbsp; A few minutes later, it was wrapped and covered.&nbsp; The young man squatted down in front of Orrick, a small smile on his face as he rested his forearms on his bent legs.<br><br>"I should get you inside before someone comes and sees you like this.&nbsp; They'll wonder why you're out here naked."&nbsp; He chuckled softly before standing.<br><br>Garen ran his fingers through his hair before reaching down with his other hand to offer the Laguz a hand up.&nbsp; The seated male seemed reluctant, but Garen reassured him.<br><br>"You can't stay out here.&nbsp; You're injured and you have no clothes."&nbsp; Garen reached for Orrick's hand to pull him up.
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				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 06:03:11</strong>
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				He was surprise to hear the beorc offer him a place to stay for the night. He had known that there were good beorc among the bad, but he had come in contact with so few that seemed like good people. <br><br>Looking up at the man’s reassuring smile he could tell that Gareth was kind hearted and genuine, maybe even a little naïve. <br><br>However, the laguz had no intention of staying with the human or in the human village. He had already accepted far too much without being able to pay the beorc back. He accepted the young man’s hand and allowed himself to be helped up, but then he pulled back. He stepped backwards. “I thank you Gareth, but you have done more than enough for me. I have no means to repay you.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 06:12:29</strong>
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				His brow furrowed.&nbsp; He couldn't let the injured man just walk off into the night with nothing on but his skin.&nbsp; "I never said you had to repay me.&nbsp; I'm sure you might do the same if I were injured and naked outside your home in need of assistance.&nbsp; How did you end up like this anyway?"&nbsp; He asked now that he was finally able to think about the situation.<br><br>His eyes took in the cat-man's full body now.&nbsp; He was tall though only about half a foot more than himself and quite built.&nbsp; Garen found himself intrigued again and tried not to stare, so before Orrick could answer, the young man turned and pointed toward the shop door.&nbsp; "Get inside.&nbsp; I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."&nbsp; He said firmly while still remaining as kind as possible.
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				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 06:43:19</strong>
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				The beorc did have a point. He was not so cruel as to leave an injured person out on the street. However, Orrick didn’t have much time to dwell on that thought as he was being asked. He thought about how to answer this. There was no need to be dishonest, but he also didn’t want to drive the town into a panic. He looked at the young man. “I got into a fight with some slave traders. Far to the north of here.” That was all he said. There was no need to go into detail.<br><br>Orrick was certainly taken back by the man’s forceful attitude. He hadn’t expected the human to be so pushy when it came to his leaving. However, it was true that he could use a place to rest and heal his wounds. No doubt the Barn would be warmer than sleeping in a clearing. He nodded, “Very well, but I shall find a means to repay you.” He said this despite the fact that he had no idea how he was going to repay the man.<br><br>He allowed himself to be ushered through the shop doors and there he was instantly greeted by warm air. He had it completely forgotten how cold it was outside. He did have a high tolerance for cold and heat, but he could still feel comforted by the shops warmth. He allowed the beorc to lead the way and followed closely behind. His steps were soft and swift. It was almost startling how quiet he was. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-07-2010, 17:25:48</strong>
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				His eyes widened a bit at the answer, and his mouth fell just a bit in disbelief.&nbsp; Worry was apparent on his face for a moment, but he tried not to let it show too much.&nbsp; "Slavers?&nbsp; Well, it's good that you got away then.&nbsp; There's no telling where they might take you or what they would do."&nbsp; The vague memory of his mother came to mind then.&nbsp; He wondered if the slavers would try to come to Meadow.<br><br>"If you must."&nbsp; Garen smiled and let the Laguz pass before him into the shop.&nbsp; He walked inside after him, closing and securing the door for the night.&nbsp; "I'm afraid the only place we have room right now is the loft."&nbsp; He said while pointing up.<br><br>They had a small loft for storage up above, but there was enough room for Orrick to lay down and rest.&nbsp; Garen removed his apron and moved over to a wooden beam to hang it on a nail.&nbsp; "Do you think you can get up the ladder?"&nbsp; The young man said, trying not to stare at the Laguz again.
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				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 00:23:27</strong>
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				Before Garen was even finished with his sentence, Orrick was already halfway up the ladder. His tail swished from side to side with each step upward. It was constantly revealing the cat-man’s backside between swishes, but it was over quickly. Orrick was relieved when he reached the top. Though he was putting on a strong front for this stranger, he was very sore and tired. Once he was on the loft he took a look around. “I think I will be okay, Thank you.” He answered although it was a somewhat delayed response. <br><br>He noticed that there were some materials and things packed in bins around the loft, but there was also a small bundle with hay, probably used to help start fires. He sat down on it and carefully whipped his tail around as not to sit on it. It was thick enough to be used comfortably and Orrick had slept in much worse before. However, the hay was just long enough to for his torso to lie comfortably but much of the lower half of his body would be on the wooden floor. <br><br>That was just fine for him. He got comfortable. He let his head fall back his head fall back with a sigh. His left hand rested on his abdomen. His right arm was at his side and his right leg bent to the side a bit. His testicle hung so low they managed to rest comfortable on the ground. The same could be said of his penis as the hooded head was touching the ground was well. He was obviously in a very comfortable position.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 00:49:58</strong>
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				Garen watched with astonishment as the Laguz made short work of climbing the ladder.&nbsp; His red tail swished with each rung that Orrick climbed, giving teasing glances of the male's full rear until he was safely in the loft.&nbsp; There was some shuffling from up top then a slight pause before the cat-man's voice called down to him.&nbsp; The human sighed and turned to a corner of the shop where a few wool blankets were kept.&nbsp; They were usually reserved for putting out small fires that might start, but they would work nicely in keeping the chill off of Orrick in the night, especially since the forge died down with no one tending it.<br><br>He grabbed one and slung it over his right shoulder before moving back to the ladder.&nbsp; Garen slowly began to climb, reaching the top a few seconds after.&nbsp; His head crested the top, his eyes looking over the floor boards until he found Orrick laying on the small pile of hay.&nbsp; He looked rather comfortable there, and it made the young man smile.<br><br>"I brought you a blanket."&nbsp; Garen said, climbing all the way up and walking over to the lounging Laguz.<br><br>He immediately pulled it from his shoulder and unfolded it.&nbsp; The human looked down at the cat-man again, taking in his form.&nbsp; The Laguz were certainly an exotic race.&nbsp; Their ears looked more animal than human, and their hair color seemed so vibrant.&nbsp; Garen didn't know if it was typical of all Laguz, but Orrick had a large form, rivaling many of the royal soldiers he had seen and exceeding most others.&nbsp; His eyes rested on the male's exposed groin for a moment, and Garen blushed again.&nbsp; He laid the blanket over Orrick's bottom half.<br><br>"I'll be just down the ladder if you need anything."&nbsp; He said and turned to make his way back down to the shop.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 05:13:19</strong>
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				Orrick was almost sleep by the time the young man had gotten to him and offered him the blanket. He opened his eyes when he felt the coarse wool fall onto his bare lower half. “Thank you.” He said before he closed them again. He was beginning to feel the effects of his day. His body was incredibly sore now and begging for rest. He gave in and allowed himself to be lost in his own dreams. <br><br>He dreamt of his childhood. The open fields a Gaien where he and other laguz children played. Even then he was larger than the other children, but it didn’t much matter because it just meant he was the hardest one to tackle down. They were in their cat forms. He was a Scarlet tiger cub, Luneth, to his right, a green lynx cub. Luneth always went of the ears. It was his strategy. To his left was Desrei, she was a blue cheetah cup, the fastest among them. At her full speed she was nothing but a blue blur blending in with the blue sky. Up ahead was Mar, Orrick’s younger brother. He too was a tiger form, but a little lighter than Orrick. Mar had a reddish orange tint. They tumbled and wrestled in the sunlight, playing like laguz children often did in their animal forms. Then the sun faded. His eyes opened and he was staring at the ceiling of the workshop.<br><br><br>There was visible sunlight from a shop window below him. Orrick often awoke at dawn, but his weakened state had lead him to oversleep. He stretched his tail uncurling fully as he did. It was morning than the humans would have to be active. He couldn’t leave without clothing because he knew the beorc wouldn’t like that. They would likely be as frightened as Garen was around him. There was no need for him to have any other reason for them to feel uncomfortable around him. He waited for Gareth to come greet him. He waited for Garen to come greet him. He needed to think of a way to repay the young man. He wondered if some fresh meat would be good repayment.<br><br>Orrick had seen some stags in the nearby woods and he could hunt one down easy, but did all beorc eat meat? Not all laguz ate meat. The swan laguz detested meat. <em>I should probably ask Garen, </em>he thought.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 05:36:22</strong>
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				The Laguz seemed rather exhausted as Garen looked back at Orrick who now lay seemingly asleep.&nbsp; He stepped down onto the ladder and made it nearly halfway down before his mind got the better of him.&nbsp; 'He might leave before I wake up.'&nbsp; He thought, trying to rationalize more time being around the cat-man.&nbsp; Garen was very curious about such things.&nbsp; A Laguz right here in his own shop.&nbsp; He never thought he'd ever see one.&nbsp; The excitement was really getting to him as he smiled to himself.<br><br>He slowly and quietly climbed the ladder, reaching the top once more.&nbsp; His head peeked over the edge of the floorboards to see the large male laying and apparently asleep.&nbsp; As quietly as he could, Garen slipped up onto the loft floor, crawling over to a box to the side.&nbsp; He leaned against it, one arm laying on it as he examined Orrick from a safe distance.&nbsp; The human couldn't get over the differences.&nbsp; Aside from the obvious tail, there were several subtle things that marked them apart from other humanoids.&nbsp; He had seen elves before, and though they didn't pass through much, they were more common than Laguz.&nbsp; Hell, dwarves are more common than Laguz, and they hardly leave their mountain strongholds.<br><br>A crimson ear twitch in Orrick's slumber.&nbsp; Garen wondered if they would be as soft as a tiger's ear.&nbsp; The hair on the Laguz' ears seemed to taper into red striped marks on his face.&nbsp; That along with the longish hair atop the sleeping man's face gave him a rather fierce appearance.&nbsp; Then, where a human's chest might have black or brown hair, Orrick's had red, the same shade as the rest of his hair.<br><br>The young man hadn't even noticed that he had laid his head on his arm which lay atop the wooden crate, his gaze firmly fixed on Orrick.&nbsp; His eyes became heavy, and without him even noticing, Garen fell asleep right there.<br><br><br><br>Garen was still very much asleep when Orrick would awake, but the cat-man would not immediately spot him since he was hunched over a crate in the dim light.&nbsp; He wasn't an early riser either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 06:20:12</strong>
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				As Orrick slowly, sitting up as he took in the new environment. He wondered what was taking Garen so long to come see him. He was sure the young man would be back as soon as he was up. Perhaps he hadn’t awakened yet. Garen sat up and stretched once more. His ears twitched a bit as he started to rise and greet the day. He let the wool blanket fall to the ground carelessly. He didn’t feel any need to hide his form from the other man. After all, he had already seen everything. <br><br>Soon after he rose he was surprised to see the young man had remained with him the entire night. From his position, Orrick could tell the beorc had been staring at him. The beorc also looked as though he was a bit uncomfortable lying over the crate. The laguz looked him over closely. He was certainly a handsome man, not really much younger than him. He had a man’s body for sure, but Orrick wasn’t sure if he had a man’s maturity. He noticed the black hair on the man. It was a typical beorc color, but it was certainly not common among his kind. In fact, only bird laguz seemed to have human colors. <br>&nbsp;<br>Orrick drew closer and took in the man’s scent. It was strong, but not bad at all. He seemed hardworking and in good health. Orrick smiled, perhaps for the first time, he had never had much positive interaction with beorc, but this one seemed good. He took a moment, to pick up the wool blanket from the floor and cover the beorc. He would have moved him, but that might have disturbed his slumber. Instead, he moved down the ladder quietly, and, once on the ground, he transformed into his other form. Many of the bloody bandages wrapped around him came undone, but that mattered little. He was going to pay Garen back for his kindness. <br><br>Listening carefully to the villager’s passing by he had perfect timing as he bolted into the nearby forest. After all, He didn’t want anyone to catch him. He was now on the hunt. <br><br><br><br>It took him a good half an hour to find a scent, then another fifteen minutes to track the stag that had left it behind.&nbsp; It was a big one, young, and well muscled for a beast, but Orrick would make quick work of it. He drew close and just when the creature grew suspicious, he leapt. The race was on, but the stage was no match for the large tiger. Orrick tackled it down, bit down hard on its neck, and suffocated the creature. Then he changed back and threw it over his shoulder with ease. <br><br><br><br>Making it back to the town took him a good half an hour. Then he had to time his entry back into the shop. He was going to be slower now that he had his kill. He waited patiently for there to be an absence of villagers. Then he made his way back into the shop as quickly as he could. He was lucky not to get caught. He lay the stags body down on the shop floor carefully and looked about for Garen. There was a little blood on his from where the stag had been held, over his shoulders, but he paid little heed to it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 06:55:15</strong>
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				Garen awoke about twenty minutes after Orrick left on his hunt.&nbsp; He blinked his eyes for a moment, bringing his hand up to rub them as he sat up.&nbsp; For a moment, he wondered why he was in the loft and not in his bed just off the side of the shop, but then the previous night's events came back to him.&nbsp; He looked to the hay pile where the Laguz had slept.&nbsp; Gone.&nbsp; The wool blanket he had laid over Orrick last night was now draped over him.&nbsp; He grabbed a corner as it fell away.&nbsp; Garen stared at it for a moment, thinking that last night was the last time he would see the cat-man.<br><br>The young man groaned and laid his head on the crate again with the wool blanket beneath his face.&nbsp; As he breathed, the scent of wood, hay, and...something else wafted into his nose.&nbsp; Whatever it was, was not bad.&nbsp; It was earthy like the forest.&nbsp; Was that Orrick's scent?&nbsp; Garen took a deep breath and smiled.<br><br>"So long..."&nbsp; He whispered with a long sigh.<br><br>He didn't know what the day would bring last night, but he had hoped Orrick would stay longer.&nbsp; However, he would make his peace knowing that he left early.&nbsp; Garen folded the blanket and set it aside before climbing down the ladder to begin tending the forge.&nbsp; He would need it hot to finish the last remaining bit of work he had begun last night.<br><br>After many minutes, he was about to begin work again, but just as he moved to grab his apron, Orrick walked in, a large stag over his shoulder.&nbsp; The large man laid his kill down upon the shop floor, and Garen stood motionless and quite speechless.&nbsp; He thought the cat-man had left, but instead, he returned with a hefty catch.&nbsp; He stared dumbfounded for a moment before finding his voice.<br><br>"Umm...I thought you had left...I mean for good.&nbsp; I'm glad you didn't."&nbsp; Garen said perhaps a little too enthusiastically.&nbsp; His eyes dropped to the stag.&nbsp; "That's a rather fine catch.&nbsp; How did..."&nbsp; He began before taking a closer look.&nbsp; The young man immediately saw the marks upon its neck.&nbsp; It looked like some animal attacked it.&nbsp; "Where did you find it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>28-07-2010, 23:19:30</strong>
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				Orrick noted Garen’s shock and enthusiasm at his return, but didn’t think much of it. It probably came from a lack of meeting many of his kind. “I hunted him down in the forest to the west. He should be enough for me to pay you back from last night…and maybe enough for a set of clothes.” Orrick looked at Garen expectantly. He was hoping the beorc would be able to help him secure some clothes. <br><br>At the moment he stood in the shop as naked as he had been when he arrived. If he was going to continue his travels he wouldn’t be able to stay this way. <br><br>He had lost his set when he was running from the slavers. He had left them in the woods so he wouldn’t damage them and ended up leaving them behind. It was difficult for warrior laguz to remain clothed as there were very few clothes that worked for both forms. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>29-07-2010, 06:28:30</strong>
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				He gave a polite smile and walked forward to the carcass.&nbsp; His eyes scanned it for a moment, his hands on his hips before he looked up at Orrick's face.&nbsp; "You didn't have to repay me."&nbsp; Garen said genuinely before noting the other male's nude state again.&nbsp; "Hmm...clothes.&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; You can't walk around like that all the time.&nbsp; I'm kind of surprised you left with nothing on."&nbsp; The young man said, still oblivious to the fact that Orrick had the natural ability to morph into a tiger.<br><br>"Hang on.&nbsp; I'll go see if I can find anything."&nbsp; The human said.&nbsp; He turned and left again.&nbsp; Garen seemed to be doing a little better.&nbsp; He wasn't totally staring at the Laguz that morning.&nbsp; No one could really blame him though.&nbsp; It was the first time meeting anyone of his kind, but it was also the first real time he had dealt with another nude male in such a setting.&nbsp; He would expect a short exposure perhaps if there was changing of clothes, but Orrick didn't come with any.&nbsp; He seemed to appear with nothing but his skin and hair, and the Laguz lacked any inhibition for it.<br><br>It was a little puzzling to Garen how he found his eyes drawn to the man.&nbsp; The red hair...the cat-like features...the shear strength in his body.&nbsp; He wasn't too bad himself, but Orrick was more a warrior than he was.<br><br>He had found some old clothing of his father's which might just fit over the Laguz' body.&nbsp; He returned with them neatly folded in his arms and gave them to Orrick.&nbsp; "I hope these fit.&nbsp; They're not much, but it's really all we have being blacksmiths and all."&nbsp; What he gave the large male was a weathered but clean tunic and a pair of linen work trousers.&nbsp; Garen hoped they fit.&nbsp; He stood by for a moment, wanting to know if they did to see if he needed to fetch something else, but he suddenly caught himself and blushed.&nbsp; "Oh, umm...I'll just...be over here.&nbsp; Let me know if they fit."&nbsp; He turned away, his cheeks burning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 02:20:03</strong>
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				Orrick found it puzzling that he would need clothes to go hunting. Clothes would just get in the way of his movements if he were in his other form. It seemed like a rather silly thing to suggest, but he said nothing about it and waited patiently for Garen to fetch him some clothes.<br><br>The berce returned so quickly that Orrick was actually surprised. H grabbed the bundle and examined the beorc garments. They weren’t unlike laguz clothing, but there was one significant problem with the pants. They lacked a hole for his tail to come through. He could put the pants on, but it would be rather uncomfortable to do so. He noted the man blush and walk away. He never understood why humans were so concerned with covering their bodies. All other manner of creature took no concern with hiding their form, but humans always did. It was something he would have to ask Garen.&nbsp; <br><br><br>&nbsp;He slipped into the tunic. The tunic looked worn, but it was still in good shape, a dark green color too. Orrick was able to move in it with no problem. He didn’t even try the pants. Instead he went where Garen was waiting and carried the pants with him. His lower half was still very much exposed,&nbsp; &nbsp;but that wasn’t a problem for Orrick. <br><br>“Garen, I need a knife so that I can cut a hole in these,” He said as he help up the trousers. He seemed to be completely oblivious to the young man’s stares and blushes. His main concern was getting his pants to fit properly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 04:33:34</strong>
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				He heard shuffling behind him as he tried very hard to stare at a very interesting knot in the wood on the side wall of the shop.&nbsp; Garen bit his lip, leaning to his left against a support beam while he waited for Orrick to dress himself.&nbsp; The sounds behind him changed from shuffling to walking.&nbsp; The young man turned just as Orrick approached.&nbsp; He was dressed...halfway.&nbsp; The tunic fit him well enough, but the pants were held in the Laguz' arms.<br><br>Garen looked at the pants for a moment then down to Orrick's bottom half again as if his mind was yelling at the garment, 'you should be there!'&nbsp; It took him a moment, but he hurriedly spoke, his cheeks flushed again.&nbsp; "Uhh...y-yeah, s-sure."&nbsp; The young man moved past the taller male and grabbed a knife from the work table.&nbsp; He made his way back, handing the knife to Orrick before watching him cut a hole large enough for his tail to fit through in them.<br><br>"Oh, I'm sorry."&nbsp; Garen apologized as he then realized the mistake he made.&nbsp; "I should have known."&nbsp; He said, sounding apologetic.&nbsp; "Well, I'm sure they'll fit well now that that is taken care of."&nbsp; The human said before turning to the stag to try and change the subject.<br><br>"I've never really dressed a whole stag before...only parts that have been severed already.&nbsp; Do..do you know how to?"&nbsp; He asked, turning back to hopefully find Orrick fully clothed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 07:15:39</strong>
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				Orrick took the knife and quickly made a hole in the trousers that was just large enough to put his tail in. He noticed the young man was being awfully apologetic, which Orrick found strange. “Don’t worry about it. You are doing me a great favor by giving me some new clothes.” Orrick put the pants on one leg at a time and pulled up. Getting his tail through the hole in the back as another matter as the thing happened to have a mind of its own, but he managed to get it in an button up just as Garen turned around. <br><br>“Sure, I know how to butcher a stag.” He said honestly. He had done it many times when he hunted them down before. “I may need an axe at times or a butcher’s blade.” He informed the young man. Then held up the knife and examined it for a second. “This will do for the skinning.” The blade was certainly sharp enough.&nbsp; <br><br>He smirked at Garen and said, “You go gather that axe and something to wrap the meat in. I’ll get started.” He had to admit. He was starting to grow fond of the beorc. He moved over to the stage, kneeled down, and began to make quick work of the skin. He was done skinning it by the time Garen returned. He laid the skin out. “If you take it out to dry in the sun then you will be able to wear it.” He mentioned. He grabbed the tools and started separating the meat. He instructed Garen on how it was done. He even let him help. It took them a while, but they managed to make the stag nothing more than a pile of trash. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 16:12:52</strong>
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				He had turned around to find the Laguz dressed, and Garen breathed a sigh of relief though he hid it well enough.&nbsp; He couldn't explain why his eyes seemed to wander over the cat-man.&nbsp; It's not like his frame was much different.&nbsp; Well, sure the color of their hair was different, and Orrick seemed to have a bit more of it...and the difference in their size.&nbsp; But, other than that, he had all the same parts.&nbsp; Why was he staring?<br><br>Orrick's voice interrupted his thoughts.&nbsp; "Oh!&nbsp; Yeah, there's one here in the shop."&nbsp; The young man said before moving to one side of the shop to rummage through some tools.&nbsp; It took a moment to find as it wasn't one of the tools he used so often, but it did turn up.&nbsp; He brought it over to the Laguz, setting it beside him.&nbsp; Orrick had already skinned the carcass.&nbsp; Garen was quite impressed.<br><br>"Wow, you skinned it already?"&nbsp; He said with a bit of astonishment before taking the skin.&nbsp; He placed it outside in the back where the sun could dry it nicely before he returned and each of them began to separate the parts of the stag.&nbsp; Garen learned how to do it with Orrick teaching him each step.&nbsp; He smiled throughout the process.&nbsp; At one point, the large male gave him the axe to do a bit of the work himself which he did.&nbsp; It took a couple of tries, but he was able to do what the Laguz asked, and when he had accomplished it, he looked over to Orrick with a grin.<br><br><br>"Garen!!"&nbsp; A voice suddenly came from in the house next to the shop.&nbsp; The young man turned, his eyes wide as he realized his father had awoken.<br><br>"Shit!"&nbsp; He muttered before moving quickly.&nbsp; The human grabbed a large piece of linen to drape over the carcass, hiding it from view.&nbsp; He then turned toward Orrick.&nbsp; "Come!&nbsp; We need to hide!"&nbsp; He said hurriedly as he took the Laguz' hand and began to pull him toward the ladder of the loft.&nbsp; Orrick didn't seem to understand, but Garen looked up at him with his eyes pleading.&nbsp; If Lloyd found the other male there, he would surely make him leave, and Garen wanted to say good bye properly, not have the cat-man be thrown out like some intruder.&nbsp; Plus he didn't know how the man might react if he was in a drunken stupor.<br><br>"Please...go up to the loft.&nbsp; I'll follow."&nbsp; Garen said as he looked up at Orrick.&nbsp; They each climbed the ladder, moving to the back of the loft where they crouched down to hide.&nbsp; The space was tight, but they were able to fit and be unseen before Lloyd appeared down in the shop to find it empty.&nbsp; The older man cursed under his breath and immediately left out the front door.&nbsp; He would likely be gone for a while.<br><br>Garen sighed heavily and fell against Orrick with a groan.&nbsp; "That's my dad..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 21:05:23</strong>
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				Orrick’s ears twitched and moved towards the coarse call of Garen’s name. Someone was looking for the man and from what Garen said he wasn’t to eager to be found. Orrick allowed himself to be pulled towards the ladder. <br><br>He didn’t quit understand why they needed to hide from this man and in his confusion he probably slowed them down. However, he climbed up the ladder the same ease and grace as the night before. He found himself peaking over the railing of the loft at Garen’s father. The two were similar enough to be related. Orrick couldn’t really get a scent off of the man because of the distance and alcohol, but he could imagine it was close to Garen’s scent. He liked Garren's scent. It was masculine, but had something gentle in it. <br><br>The laguz got a nose full of it when Garren fell on him. There was a metallic and smoky scent followed by something might lighter, greener maybe. The laguz unintentionally put his left arm around Garren, moved his nose over to the right side of his neck, and sniffed as he tried to identify the last bit of his scent. It took a moment for the laguz to realize he was probably out of line doing this. Beorc didn’t normally go around sniffing each other, at least the beorc he had seen. <br><br>He pushed himself back slowly, though his instinct was not to push back at all. “Sorry, your scent is…different.” He said trying to explain why he had sniffed the other man. <br><br>Looking for any reason to change the subject into something more comfortable, Orrick focused on Garren’s father. “Why did we have to hide from your father? Does he not like laguz?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>01-08-2010, 05:41:38</strong>
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				His eyes widened a bit as Orrick's muscular arm wrapped around his midsection.&nbsp; He wasn't opposed to it, but it was quite unexpected.&nbsp; Garen didn't move as he felt the other male's body heat against him.&nbsp; It warmed him quickly in just the few seconds he had leaned against the Laguz.&nbsp; That was only the beginning, however.&nbsp; He suddenly felt the other male's nose close to his neck, a large intake of breath.&nbsp; Garen blushed deeply, but he did nothing to stop Orrick.&nbsp; He was to shocked at what was happening to really do much of anything anyway.&nbsp; It was a moment longer before the Laguz pulled back.<br><br>Garen turned to risk a glance up to Orrick.&nbsp; He met his yellow cat-like eyes for a moment before turning away again.&nbsp; "I-it's okay."&nbsp; The human said softly.<br><br>He looked at the floorboards of the loft under him, wondering why Orrick had done that.&nbsp; He also wondered why he enjoyed it so much.&nbsp; Garen almost wished the Laguz would wrap an arm around him again.<br><br>The human turned to look at Orrick again when he changed the subject.&nbsp; He seemed a bit less nervous now that the moment had passed.&nbsp; Nothing more was said about it, but Garen definitely had it on his mind.&nbsp; "No.&nbsp; He doesn't even know what Laguz are.&nbsp; That doesn't matter.&nbsp; He wouldn't like it that you were here, and he really wouldn't like to see that I hadn't finished working.&nbsp; But...I had to help you.&nbsp; He wouldn't understand."&nbsp; Garen said before becoming silent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>02-08-2010, 02:41:10</strong>
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				“Hmm…”Orrick gave the other man a serious look. He didn’t want Garen really disobeying his father’s wishes and he sure didn’t want him falling behind on his work. Orrick was grateful for everything the young man did, but he was obviously acting as an inconvenience. He softened his gaze at the shorter man, “I’m sorry have inconvenienced you so much.” Then he&nbsp; turned quickly went down the loft ladder.&nbsp; <br><br>He went over to where they had butchered the meat and wrapped the meat. He grabbed an unused cloth from the floor and turned to Garen. “May I have this?” He asked as he held up the old cloth.&nbsp; Garen probably suspected he was acting strange, but Orrick thought it would be easier to say nothing till he was ready. The beorc seemed a bit attached to him and would likely protest. <br><br><br>Orrick started to remove his clothing. His tunic came clean off and revealed the red haired torso and then his pants soon followed. Once again in his bare form, he squatted down and began to fold his clothing over the cloth. His tail curled up a bit more and was well off the ground Orrick tied the cloth in a neat bundle and picked it up, but he didn’t look at Garen. “I think I have overstayed my welcome. I should get back to hunting those slavers anyways.”<br><br>He then looked over at Garen and smiled softly as his yellow eyes scanned the man’s already familiar form. “Thank you, Garen.” With that he put the bundle in his mouth and began to transform. The actually transformation was quick and took only seconds. Before Garen knew it, Orrick turned into an oversized red tiger with a bundle of clothes in his mouth.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 06:43:43</strong>
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				Garen hurried to his feet, following Orrick to the ladder.&nbsp; He looked down upon the large man as he descended while speaking.&nbsp; "Oh...you haven't been!&nbsp; I didn't mean to make it sound that way."&nbsp; The young man said as he took to the ladder to begin his descent.&nbsp; By the time he reached the shop floor, the Laguz had moved to the butchered pieces of stag where he wrapped it in a few bits of clean cloth from nearby.&nbsp; Garen watched him from nearby, saying nothing as he noted what the other man was doing.&nbsp; He was still quite curious about doing such things.&nbsp; Dressing a stag and hunting were things he was not accustomed to.&nbsp; He usually got his food by bartering.&nbsp; He had never had to fend for himself in the at regard.<br><br>The human nodded to Orrick as he held up the cloth.&nbsp; There was something odd about the way the Laguz was acting though.&nbsp; After he had wrapped the meat, he had taken a small portion and set it aside.&nbsp; What really&nbsp; surprised Garen was when the cat-man began to undress and fold up his clothes into a pack with the meat.&nbsp; Garen turned away with a blush again.&nbsp; He didn't turn back until he heard Orrick's voice.&nbsp; "What?&nbsp; B-but you're still hurt."&nbsp; Garen said, moving closer to the other male to inspect his wounds.&nbsp; He brought his hand up to gently touch the skin around the man's shoulder blade.&nbsp; He didn't so much as flinch.&nbsp; Garen moved to his front and glanced at the wound on Orrick's thigh.&nbsp; It looked healed enough, but he didn't risk touching near it like the other one.<br><br>He looked up at Orrick, his eyes somber.&nbsp; There was no stopping him, and Garen knew he would leave eventually.&nbsp; He had just hoped it would not have been that soon.&nbsp; "Thank you as well, Orrick."&nbsp; He said softly, looking into the male's yellow cat-like eyes.<br><br>The Laguz placed the pack he had made in his mouth which the human thought was odd, but something incredible happened shortly after.&nbsp; Orrick began to transform.&nbsp; It was quick, only but a few seconds, but when it was over, a large red tiger stood where the Laguz had stood.&nbsp; Garen's jaw dropped as he watched, and now he understood why the man had turned up naked as well as how he had been able to kill the stag with no weapon.&nbsp; Garen approached the tiger cautiously.&nbsp; His hand slowly moved out until it made contact with the tiger's head.&nbsp; He rubbed it between the ears for a moment before the human dropped to his knees and hugged the beast tightly.<br><br>"Be safe, Orrick."&nbsp; He said, wishing he could go with him but knowing it wouldn't be possible.&nbsp; He stood and stepped back, and Orrick took that chance to turn and leave quickly while no one was looking.<br><br><hr><br>He spent most of the remaining day thinking about Orrick.&nbsp; Garen did, in fact, finish his work with a few delays in between.&nbsp; There were times when he was distracted because a particular thought occupied his mind...like how soft the Laguz' ears were...his scent...or even the way he looked the night Garen met him.&nbsp; He found himself shaking himself back to reality.&nbsp; The young man eventually fell asleep in his bed, but his dreams would not be pleasant...<br><br><br>Garen found himself being ripped from his bed by someone or something.&nbsp; He flew to the floor with a thud, his head making contact on the hard boards.<br><br>"Augh!"&nbsp; He groaned before a gruff voice above him spoke.<br><br>"Outside now, meat..."&nbsp; The voice said.&nbsp; It's tone was menacing and hid no sign of false threats.&nbsp; When the young man finally looked up, through his bleary vision, he saw a large sword in one of the man's hands.&nbsp; His face was shrouded in a cowl, and he wore tattered leather armor.<br><br>A boot came in hard to his side, making him groan loudly as the voice came again.&nbsp; "I said move!!"&nbsp; It shouted, and Garen began to scramble up to get out.&nbsp; A hand grabbed him by the collar and ushered him quickly outside.&nbsp; His feet fell out from under him a few times from being both hurried and half-asleep.<br><br>Out in the middle of town, others were lined up on their knees.&nbsp; Torches blazed in the hands of their tormentors as they searched each building for whatever or whomever they could find.<br><br>Garen was pushed to a line of his fellow villagers where he was made to sit on his knees with the others.&nbsp; Down at the far end was another man standing before them.&nbsp; He looked at little less run down than the others.&nbsp; His armor seemed less tattered and more polished.&nbsp; He was also the only one who had not drawn their weapon.&nbsp; He looked at each of the villagers while speaking to a second man just behind him.&nbsp; Garen couldn't make out what they were saying, but they seemed to be conversing about the villagers.<br><br>They slowly made their way down the line of villagers until the slave trader, as Garen found out later, pointed to one of them.&nbsp; He muttered something which the young man thought sounded like 'too old.'&nbsp; The second man immediately brought his sword forward to stab through the midsection of one of the villagers.&nbsp; A cry of pain came in a voice all too familiar, and Ashur slumped forward in a pool of his own blood.&nbsp; The other villagers cried out for him, but they were quickly culled by the menacing slavers nearby.<br><br>Garen stared at his long-time friend who lay dead on the ground until another body being thrown down beside him broke his attention.&nbsp; He looked over to see his father laying face down in a drunken stupor, a slaver standing behind him laughing softly.<br><br>"Got a pickled one 'ere."&nbsp; The man said to the trader who turned his attention to the prone man.&nbsp; He walked over quickly, his armor creaking as he moved.&nbsp; The man swept his cloak back, kneeling down on one knee as he fingers enclosed in Lloyd's sweaty hair to pull his head up.<br><br>A moment of assessment passed before the trader spoke in his cold, calculated voice.&nbsp; "He might have fetched a price had he not drank himself into the ground.&nbsp; He's more like the walking dead now, and he's no stranger to this either.&nbsp; He'll be worth nothing."&nbsp; The man said before releasing Lloyd's head.&nbsp; He turned to the slaver nearest him and nodded.&nbsp; The slaver immediately brought his sword down through Lloyd's back.&nbsp; The only sound he made was a slight gurgling around his mouth as blood began to pool around it.&nbsp; Apparently he'd drank so much that he wasn't even aware of his own demise.<br><br>Garen was in too much shock to do anything.&nbsp; His eyes were wide, his mouth open.&nbsp; He stared at his dead father for a moment as tears began to well in his eyes.&nbsp; His face found home in his hands as he slowly sobbed, and the only thing he could think of was Orrick.&nbsp; He silently hoped the Laguz might find this slaver caravan and save them from this hell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 05:41:43</strong>
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				The look Garen had on his face was priceless.&nbsp; Had Orrick been in his human-like form, he would have laughed when he saw Garen’s face, but instead his cat eyes looked up at the young man in gentle admiration. Garen had been the first beorc to be so kind to him and he would not forget his kindness. However, Garen also seemed frightened so Orrick held his position for a few moments to allow the man to gather his bearings. When Garen extended his hand to put him, Orrick placed his head a little lower and allowed the man to do so.&nbsp; He felt the man’s hand travel behind his ears and he couldn’t help, but close his eyes. He hadn’t been scratched behind his ears since he was a cub. His mother had often done it for him. <br><br>He was reminded of her with each gentle scratch. The hug was almost completely unexpected though. His eyes popped open as the man’s strong arms embraced his neck. It that moment Garen’s scent overpowered Orrick and he almost lost his resolve. Every nerve in his body begged for him to stay. However, he knew it wasn’t a good idea with the young man’s father about.&nbsp; Garen seemed to understand too. He let go of Orrick and the laguz could feel the beorc’s eyes watching him as he leapt out of the workshop and into the woods. <br><br>&nbsp; ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Orrick blazed through the wilderness. Each leap and landing was swift and fluid. He was sore yes, but his body had regained some of its strength and now was the time to catch up with the slavers. As he traveled his mind wandered back to Garen. He felt bad about leaving the man so suddenly. Perhaps, when this is all over, he could come back and pay him a visit. It would be nice to smell him again. The scraps in his mouth were reminiscent, but they didn’t come close to the young man’s scent. There was something pure and earthy about it. Orrick couldn’t help, but like it.<br><br>He pondered on this for a while before tossing all thoughts of the beorc aside. He had to find the slavers now. It took a long while for him to find the place where they had fought before. Around the field where the bodies of those he had managed to kill. Each one was stripped bare and left to rot. It seemed these beorc cared little for their comrades.&nbsp; Orrick cared even less. These men were anything, but human in his eyes and they were&nbsp; all going to pay for what they’ve done. <br><br>He sniffed the ground and searched for a traceable scent. He found one and began to follow it. It seemed as though the slavers had changed direction slowly, but he wasn’t sure what direction they were heading. It was as if they were purposely trying to confuse the laguz. However, he stayed vigilant&nbsp; and tracked the scent until he was sure of a direction. <br><br>Then his yellow eyes opened wide as he came to the realization that they were heading for the village. He leapt outward at full speed as the sun set in the horizon. Ignoring all of his bodily wounds, there was only on thing on his mind as he raced back towards the village and that thing was Garen. He should have stayed. If he were there he could have protecting the beorc, but now it could have been too late. <br>&nbsp;<br>As he reached the village he slowed down and dropped the bundle in his mouth. The smell of blood already stretched along the night air and the laguz grew panicked with concern. Several of the beorc were crying and as he peered through some nearby foliage he could see Garen among them. There was an immediate feeling of relief as he saw the young man unharmed, but it his spirits soon dropped as he recognized one of the fallen as the man’s father.&nbsp; He had to do something before they killed more of the beorc, but he wasn’t sure what to do. He might distract the guard and give the villagers an opportunity to fight back. It was worth a shot, but he might end up having to try and pick them off one at a time if they didn't fight.<br><br>Either way, he spotted a slaver was coming close by and got ready to leap. The man screamed out as the laguz’s strong jaws took hold of his neck. A strong chomp and he was gone. Orrick stood on top of the body with his front two paws and displayed a mighty roar at the rest of the men. They all recognized him immediately and some stepped back in horror. Orrick wagged his tail at them and smiled at them with his eyes. He was teasing them and trying to lure them to him. Finally, when one of the men went to make a move, he darted off into the wilderness. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>05-08-2010, 08:19:21</strong>
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				The slave trader continued down the line of villagers as if killing was commonplace.&nbsp; It probably was.&nbsp; Garen couldn't grasp the disconnect that the man must have in that moment.&nbsp; All he could feel was the pain of watching his friends and loved ones butchered before him like cattle.&nbsp; A few others joined Ashur and Lloyd, slumping forward in crimson puddles of warm blood.&nbsp; Garen couldn't stand any more.&nbsp; His eyes focused on the worn dirt before him.&nbsp; He was afraid that if he looked toward the others who were murdered, his resolve would shatter completely.&nbsp; He didn't want to end up a sobbing mess on the ground.&nbsp; For some reason, he felt he had to remain strong in the face of so much heartache.<br><br>By the time the slave trader walked away from the line of villagers, eleven had perished by their swords.&nbsp; The only of them left had seen less than forty-five summers.&nbsp; Only the elderly and lame which Garen assumed were not fit for sale died that night.<br><br>The few minutes he had knelt there on the ground seemed to pass by both too quickly and last forever.&nbsp; A metallic clanking sound joined the murmuring and sobbing that already filled the surroundings.&nbsp; The young man didn't even have to look to discover that the sound resonated from an old and worn collection of manacles.&nbsp; The slavers began at one end, two of them working together.&nbsp; One to strap the manacles on while the other threatened each villager with death should they resist.<br><br>A scream then shattered their somber and futile emotions.&nbsp; It sounded nothing like the screams of an innocent being slain.&nbsp; Instead it was a grown man.&nbsp; A slaver.<br><br>It was the roar that made Garen finally turn and look, and to his elation, Orrick stood proud and threatening atop the body of the man whose life he had just snuffed out.<br><br>"Orrick..."&nbsp; He gasped out.<br><br>The tiger disappeared back into the trees, and the slave trader immediately called out for some of his men to follow.&nbsp; Garen watched closely.&nbsp; It might be his only chance to escape.&nbsp; He only hoped that others would take his cue.&nbsp; There had to be the right moment though.&nbsp; It was fortunate that those who had left to follow Orrick had bows, leaving no one in the village who could harm them from afar.&nbsp; There was also only one slaver to place the manacles on the villagers.&nbsp; This made escaping much easier as well.<br><br>Garen looked at the others.&nbsp; Some of them glanced back at him.&nbsp; Others fidgeted.&nbsp; It seemed they were all anxious, and he had an idea why.&nbsp; They knew there was an opportunity.&nbsp; It only mattered who would start the escape.&nbsp; A scream from the trees triggered his reaction.<br><br>The young man took to his feet with all the speed he could muster.&nbsp; He was at a full sprint in moments.&nbsp; Garen didn't look back.&nbsp; He couldn't.&nbsp; He knew if he did it would only distract him.&nbsp; He would either escape or die trying his best.&nbsp; From the sounds behind him, however, he knew the others had also made a break for it.&nbsp; Yells of the slavers could be heard as well.&nbsp; They were on the chase.&nbsp; He had to make the trees.&nbsp; It was his only chance.<br><br>His legs brought him to the tree line in seconds, but he kept running.&nbsp; The forest slowed him a bit as it was both dark and the terrain was less easy to traverse.&nbsp; He ran for a full minute until his boot caught something.&nbsp; A branch or fallen tree.&nbsp; The young man flew forward, hands braced in front of him.&nbsp; He hit hard into some brush, brambles digging into his flesh.<br><br>"Mmmgh!!"&nbsp; He gave a muffled cry as his hands and arms bled with small cuts.<br><br>Garen lay on his back withing the thorny bush above him.&nbsp; The light of torches was closing in.&nbsp; Closer...closer.&nbsp; He remained still.&nbsp; Moving at that moment wasn't really appealing anyway.&nbsp; He hurt too much.&nbsp; It seemed that was what saved his life that night.&nbsp; The lights began to dim.&nbsp; They couldn't find him in the heavy brush.&nbsp; What's more, they probably didn't even think he was there.&nbsp; Who would willingly go into a bramble patch?&nbsp; Had it not been for that branch, Garen would be among those who would answer 'not me' to that question.<br><br>He pulled his hands close, holding them against his tunic to stop any bleeding.&nbsp; They stung with a heavy heat as if he had burned them at the forge.&nbsp; The escape was getting to him.&nbsp; His eyelids were heavy, his body aching and weak.&nbsp; He couldn't help it.&nbsp; His eyes closed.&nbsp; He knew he should stay awake, make sure he could run if the slavers came back, but...fatigue won out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 05:01:46</strong>
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				Orrick ran with ease through the woods, but he didn’t go as fast as possible. His goal was to give the beorc from the village some time to escape or fight back. He needed to make sure the slaver’s felt he was still within their reach. Orrick could not take on this many men, but he knew he could outrun them if needed. They continued to hunt him for almost an hour before many decided to give up. He had lead them as far from the village as he could, but it wouldn’t take them that long to return because he hadn’t managed to gain that much distance. <br><br>The laguz raced back to the village to see that many of the people had managed to run. There were an unfortunate few that had been captured or slain, but thankfully Garen wasn’t among them. Orrick grabbed his bundle of clothes and began to search for the Beorc that had helped him. The trail took hours to track down because he had no idea which way Garen went and he was trying to avoid being caught by the slavers. However, when the man’s already familiar scent filled his lungs he had no problem following the path. <br><br>As Orrick drew closer to Garen he could smell trace amounts on the man’s blood and worry quickly seized him. He froze in his path for a moment as his heart sank. Garen had been bleeding. He may not have survived his escape. Orrick couldn’t accept that. He didn’t want to accept it. He ran as fast as he could towards the source of the beorc’s scent. As he came to the thorn bush he spit out his clothes and transformed himself into his humanoid form. He threw himself upon the young man, not caring about being scratched by the thorn bushes,&nbsp; and traced his nose along the beorcs chest and neck. He was checking to make sure all of the man’s vitals were ok. Once he was sure they were, he sighed in relief and looked down at the young man. He must have knocked out, Orrick thought to himself. <br><br>He rose from the bushes and finally seemed to notice that they were thorny. He winced, as they scratched him, but did not stop. He grabbed his bundle and put it in his mouth. Then he went back and gingerly picked up Garen. The young man flopped in his arms and Orrick stared down at him as he managed to lift him. The young man was heavy, but at least he was safe, for now. The slavers could come back and discover the two any minute. Orrick had to move to get them to safety. He repositioned Garen on his back and got on all fours. Then he changed back into his tiger form and started off.&nbsp; <br><br>He couldn’t go too fast or too swiftly, but he was still moving faster than he would in his humanoid form. He moved at a nice even trot and covered a lot of ground before he finally stopped. There was a very small clearing surrounded by tall bushes on one side and a rocky cliff on another. It was just big enough for the two to lie down. Exhausted, Orrick decided this was a good spot and spit out his clothes. He laid down and rolled Garen off of his back an onto the soft grass. Then he changed back to his human form. Sweat covered every part of his humanoid body and he had several scratches. He sat down and breathed heavily for a long while. <br><br>He looked over at the young beorc who was still sound asleep. Garen had been rolled onto his left side. He looked peaceful and Orrick was happy he was ok. “At least I was able to save you.” He said to the unconscious man.&nbsp; He reached over and laid his left hand on the young man’s chest and felt his heartbeat. It was soothing to have another living soul so close. Orrick had traveled alone for a long time and lost several companions. He sighed. He wasn’t about to lose Garen, but he couldn’t ask the young man to go with him on this journey. It was too dangerous. It was probably Orrick’s fault that the slavers even found the village.&nbsp; As he thought all of this his exhaustion was catching up to him. <br><br>He drew closer to Garen’s body. His nose nuzzled the back of his head and took in the scent of the man’s hair. It was a nice smell. Garen always had a nice smell.&nbsp; Orrick feel asleep smelling his hair and with his left arm wrapped around the young man’s body. He had even neglected to put on his clothes once again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 23:50:06</strong>
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				There were no dreams in his slumber.&nbsp; It was a sleep born of fatigue and desperation.&nbsp; His body had been charged with adrenaline to power his escape, and once Garen had ran for what seemed like miles, he fell unconscious with the hope that his pursuers would not find him.&nbsp; When he awoke, however, he would see that someone else had found him.<br><br>His crystal blue eyes slowly opened to blurred vision.&nbsp; He only saw shades of green at first.&nbsp; A couple of blinks later, he found that what he saw were bushes and tall weeds.&nbsp; Under him was a thick covering of fresh grass.<br><br>"Aagh!"&nbsp; He groaned, the stinging in his hands reminding him of last night's events, but...he was no longer laying in the bramble bush.&nbsp; Had he been captured?&nbsp; No, if he had, he would be bound.&nbsp; He likely wouldn't be free, laying on the ground.&nbsp; Garen was also very warm, comfortably so.&nbsp; That was when he noticed an arm around him.&nbsp; It had red hair lightly covering its skin, and it held him firmly.&nbsp; Could it be?<br><br>He turned his head slowly, peeking out of his peripheral vision.&nbsp; He saw more red hair behind him stemming from the man's head.&nbsp; It was Orrick!&nbsp; He had come back.&nbsp; The Laguz had saved him.&nbsp; That was when he thought of the others who weren't saved.&nbsp; The others who were either captured or slain before his own eyes.&nbsp; The reality finally sank in, and he felt himself losing his composure.&nbsp; Garen slowly turned in the larger male's grasp.&nbsp; He didn't notice at the moment that Orrick was naked.&nbsp; It probably wouldn't have surprised him if he had noticed it at that point, but right then, all he felt was the overwhelming sorrow for his friend and father.<br><br>Garen let his head move forward and find solace in the Laguz' chest.&nbsp; His sobs were quiet as he didn't want to wake the other man, but he couldn't stop the tears from coming.&nbsp; His hands grabbed onto Orrick wherever he could get a comfortable grip.&nbsp; It wasn't tight, but it made him feel like he wasn't alone.&nbsp; His tears began to come so heavily that they matted a bit of the red hair on Orrick's chest.&nbsp; It felt good against his face though.&nbsp; It tickled his cheek slightly, and his scent was comforting.&nbsp; It smelled of earth and the forest with a hint of sweat which wasn't all together unappealing.&nbsp; His sobs slowly died, and Garen found himself just laying there in the man's grasp against his warm body.<br><br>"Mmm..."&nbsp; He sighed out nearly inaudible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 06:43:27</strong>
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				Despite the fact that the Laguz was in great shape, he was exhausted. Several days of running, dealing with injury, and carrying Garen had all taken their toll on him. His body refused to rise for a longtime. However, his ears would twitch and his yellow eyes would open eventually. He yawned and flashed his large canines for just a moment. It took him a couple minutes to recognize where he was. There was a soft sobbing sound and wetness on his chest. <br><br>Garen must have been crying. Orrick did not know what to do so he just closed his eyes and let the young man sob. It wasn’t unnatural for him to behave in such a way. He had just lost his entire community. Orrick could relate to this in many ways, but he didn’t allow those thoughts to come up now. Instead he waited for the sobbing to die down. Then he pulled the beorc’s body closer to his own and compressed the other man to his chest. His eyes opened and he looked down at Garen.<br><br>“Better?” He asked.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 16:19:03</strong>
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				He was a little surprised when Orrick pulled him even closer and even more surprised when the other male's voice came.&nbsp; Garen's eyes turned up to see the yellow cat-like eyes staring down at him.&nbsp; It made him smile at a time where he thought he couldn't.&nbsp; It was a short lived smile, but a smile nonetheless.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; Thank you, Orrick...for...for everything.&nbsp; You saved me."&nbsp; The young man said, his arms clinging a bit more to the Laguz.&nbsp; A hefty yawn followed his words, and Garen found himself burying his face in the larger male's chest.&nbsp; Though he had slept, it was not as restful as it should have been, and he was happy to lay there in Orrick's arms against his chest to rest for a little bit longer.<br><br>The man's skin was warm, his hair soft.&nbsp; The scent of him was comforting.&nbsp; The young man closed his eyes, his cheek gently nuzzling against the hair and skin in front of him.&nbsp; He wasn't quite sleeping, but he was content to not move from that position for a few more minutes.<br><br>"What'll I do now?"&nbsp; He asked after a moment of being silent, his voice soft with sorrow apparent.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>12-08-2010, 23:55:06</strong>
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				“Think nothing of it” Orrick responded to the younger man’s thanks. He noted the beorc's smile and returned it before shifting his gaze towards the bushes in front of him.<br><br>Orrick didn’t move. He didn’t mind lying with the other man for a little while longer. Garen seemed to need comfort and he wouldn’t deny the other man that.&nbsp; He himself was still very tired from the night’s journey since he had been up much later than Garen had. His muscles still ached with tiredness and when the beorc nuzzled into his chest he closed his eyes. <br><br><br>His eyes remained closed when Garen spoke, but he listened. “I will protect you until you decide.” He knew he should get up, but he wanted to make sure Garen was feeling comfortable so he allowed the beorc to take his time. He closed his eyes. His body still fighting its own exhaustion. Orrick wasn’t quit asleep, but he went limp. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-08-2010, 03:08:46</strong>
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				His eyes opened, and Garen looked up at Orrick's face.&nbsp; The human was quite surprised that the Laguz would do something like that for him.&nbsp; It was true that Garen had done a service for him the day prior, but when he was the recipient of such treatment, he felt quite modest about it.<br><br>"Orrick...I...you can't do that.&nbsp; I mean, I don't want to keep you from your task.&nbsp; You said you had to hunt the slavers.&nbsp; I don't know if they were the same ones from last night, but I don't want to be a burden for you."&nbsp; He said, pulling away and sitting up.<br><br>Garen rubbed his eyes for a moment and looked out toward the bushes.&nbsp; He thought a moment, pushing back some late sniffles.&nbsp; "There's a town not too far from here.&nbsp; It'd take a half a day to get there.&nbsp; I think I should go there."&nbsp; He said plainly.&nbsp; Garen glanced over his shoulder to Orrick who was still laying back.&nbsp; He finally took note that the Laguz was naked.&nbsp; His cheeks blushed and he turned away again.&nbsp; The human was embarrassed for his reaction to the Laguz in such a state.&nbsp; It was beginning to be a habit for him.&nbsp; Orrick obviously felt more comfortable in such a state, so Garen shouldn't treat it so negative.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 23:51:26</strong>
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				Orrick sighed as the beorc left his arms. Yes, he did not have much to do, but Garen needed some real time to think about what he was going to do now. Orrick really didn’t want to leave him alone when he was in such a vulnerable state. He might as well have left him to the slavers during the attack on his village. He rose up slowly and sat Indian style on the grass. His body was still sore from the night before, but he would have to make do with it. “There is no need to rush to the next step for me. You have lost a lot in a short amount of time. You are going to need some time to decide what to do.”<br><br>He stared at the beorc for a moment and wondered why Garen was so opposed to staring at him.&nbsp; Then he suddenly remembered that beorc weren’t as comfortable naked as laguz were. He couldn’t get dressed now because he was about to transform, but he would have to remember this for future reference. He went and grabbed his clothes. He walked over Garen who was still sitting and knelt next to him. He handed him the bag, “Please hold this for me as we go. I’m only a good defender in my other form.”<br><br>Once Garen took the pouch, Orrick transformed. He would guard the beorc on their way to the village. Normally he would take the lead when guarding, but as he didn’t know which direction to go he allowed Garen to lead the way. He remained close to the man in his tiger form. He made little sound which was surprised for a beast of his size, but as a hunter he had learned to tread carefully at all times. He looked up at Garen once or twice and tried to gage how the man was doing. Part of him wished Garen would be honest with his state instead of trying to hide it, but there was nothing he could think of to get the man to open up. He would just have to try and talk to him again when they reached the town.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 06:01:18</strong>
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				Garen gave a slight nod to the Laguz' wise words.&nbsp; He was never one for thinking things through under duress, so he decided to go along with Orrick for the time being.&nbsp; He was kind to offer his help, so the human best not squander it while it was still offered.&nbsp; The young man could think of something more constructive when they reached the next village and was a little less distraught.&nbsp; <br><br>The human sat for a moment longer, listening to the soft noises behind him.&nbsp; Orrick was obviously moving about.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what he was doing, and he was too numb at the moment to really care to look.&nbsp; A large knee then came into the view of his periphery.&nbsp; He turned his head slightly, looking up a bit to see Orrick's face and a bundle in his hand.&nbsp; It was his clothing.&nbsp; With the Laguz' in his immediate proximity again, Garen got a good scent of the large male's smell.&nbsp; The young male had the sudden urge to lean in and sniff a bit more, but he held himself back.<br><br>"Alright."&nbsp; He said, taking the bundle in both hands.<br><br>Garen rose to his feet, watching as Orrick transformed once more.&nbsp; A large crimson tiger was soon beside him where the tall Laguz once stood.&nbsp; He looked out into the surrounding forest, gauging which direction they should set off in.&nbsp; After a moment, he found his bearings and began to walk.&nbsp; Orrick was just next to him as they began their journey, but the human still felt too numb to talk or even feel much of anything.&nbsp; It was good that the Laguz was there because Garen would be a very easy target, especially with his current mindset.&nbsp; He was at a loss for what to do.&nbsp; For the majority of the walk, he remained silent and lost in his own thoughts.&nbsp; He did, however, reach over to scratch behind one of Orrick's red ears halfway through their trip.&nbsp; It was at a particular moment when the Laguz was walking close by, and Garen felt the urge to do so.&nbsp; After, he realized he'd done it, and began to wonder if it was intruding to the Laguz.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>17-08-2010, 09:06:20</strong>
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				Orrick was surprised to feel the human’s hand reach for his ear, but he allowed it and closed his eyes for just a moment as Garen did it. No one had touched him like that since his mother did, when he was a cub.&nbsp; He missed being scratched behind the ears as much as he missed his mother. He opened his eyes and looked up at Garen. There was small wag of his long red tail. If he could smile in this for he would have, but instead he focused on the road ahead.<br><br>Orrick could smell it as they approached the small town. He could smell the people and the food and the smoke from their fires. He could hear them conversing, bartering, working with hammers. It was a good sound to hear and it made him happy to think that the town had not been taken by the slavers.&nbsp; Orrick stopped when they approached and immediately began to change shape. He made sure that he did not face Garen this time. He remembered how his nudity made the man comfortable and sought to make himself a bit more presentable to the beorc. The only thing he left fully exposed was his rear and even then his tail did a good job of staying still and covering his crack. <br><br>He reached out an open hand behind him and asked for his clothes politely. He then proceeded to put them on quickly and made sure to put on his pants first. It seemed strange to start with the pants since he had always put on his tunic first. He was really going to have to get used to the beorc’s sense of modesty. <br><br>He slipped on his tunic and took the extra cloth from the bundle. He used it to tie his red hair back in a loose ponytail. Then he turned to Garen, “Ready, to head into town?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 06:51:42</strong>
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				They were cresting a hill in the forest when Garen could smell the smoke, hear the sounds, and see the houses in the distance.&nbsp; All the signs of people were present, so they had to be close to the village.&nbsp; There were still many trees obscuring their path though.<br><br>Garen looked over to find Orrick stopped in his tracks.&nbsp; Not only that, he began to change back to his more humanoid form.&nbsp; The process never ceased to amaze the human, so he watched in awe...until the naked Laguz was standing near him, at which point he averted his eyes.&nbsp; Orrick was facing away from him now, or the young man thought he was.&nbsp; He could only see a slowly moving red tail and some non-descript flesh in his periphery before Orrick asked for his clothes.&nbsp; Garen handed them over and stood nearby waiting.<br><br>As he waited, he stole a glance, then another, and another until he finally watched the Laguz dress.&nbsp; It was in caution though.&nbsp; If Orrick were to turn around, Garen would look away immediately<br><br>When the Laguz was finally ready, Garen looked up at him with a smile.&nbsp; He almost looked...like someone from his village.&nbsp; The only difference was the ears, red strips, and tail.&nbsp; Other than that, he was spot on.&nbsp; He nodded to Orrick and began to walk again.<br><br>"We might need to change direction.&nbsp; The road into town is just over there.&nbsp; We should get out onto the road and enter that way.&nbsp; Coming in through the woods might not look too good if we don't live there."&nbsp; Garen explained as he turned and changed direction.&nbsp; He glanced to Orrick to see if there was a problem with that, but he didn't see why there would be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>18-08-2010, 16:25:44</strong>
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				Orrick followed after the man with little hesitation, but there was a solemn feeling growing inside of him as he did. He knew these could be his last moments with Garen and he had become surprisingly attached to the beorc in a short amount of time. When Orrick first began this journey he would have never imagined he would be taking a side trip to save a human, but here he was. There was something different about Garen, not just the man’s scent, but the young man’s attitude. It reminded him of a certain young cub he had grown up with. <br><br>Nevertheless he followed silently; he didn’t want to say anything that would prevent the young man from making a choice on what to do with his life. Garen needed to find a way to live in peace with what happened. Besides, the path Orrick had chosen was full of dangers and he certainly couldn’t ask the human to tag along. However, he really wanted to.&nbsp; “Garen…” he said, more to himself than to the man, but when Garen turned around to face him, he quickly added, “you don’t think the villagers will be afraid or attack me right?”<br><br>Orrick really hadn’t been worried about that, but he couldn’t bring himself to say what was on his mind.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>19-08-2010, 22:41:37</strong>
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				He paused and turned around to see Orrick standing behind him a few feet.&nbsp; There was a look in the Laguz' eye that he couldn't quite place, but he didn't think much of it at the moment.&nbsp; The young man's eyes locked onto the golden cat-like ones while the larger male spoke.&nbsp; A smile almost played across his lips.&nbsp; Garen actually found the idea amusing, but he didn't laugh.&nbsp; It was something that Orrick was obviously worried about.<br><br>Garen slowly turned and walked closer to Orrick.&nbsp; He reached down and grabbed one hand and began to slowly lead him again.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; They wont do that.&nbsp; You may be different than us...men, I mean, but you are no more different than the Elves or Dwarves who inhabit the surrounding lands."&nbsp; The human explained, giving a glance back to Orrick as he led him on.<br><br>When they reached the road, Garen let the Laguz' hand free before moving to a tree and looking both ways down the road.&nbsp; It seemed to be clear for now, so he stepped out from the treeline and waved for Orrick to follow.&nbsp; After a few steps, they reached the road and began to walk down toward the village.<br><br>"That wasn't too hard."&nbsp; He said softly.&nbsp; Garen had seemed to push the sorrow from his mind for the moment, focusing more on getting to the village with Orrick safely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 03:14:55</strong>
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				Orrick was a bit surprised when the human grabbed his hand and began to lead him through the forest area, but he said nothing. Instead he allowed himself to enjoy the other man’s touch. It was a simple gesture, but it made Orrick happy and he was starting to understand why. He was attracted to this beorc which was very surprising because he had never been attracted to anyone outside of his race. However, it wasn’t that surprising. Garen was a very handsome lad and he had a very attractive scent. He had a decent build, it was nowhere near impressive as Orrick, but blacksmithing had done something for the young beorc. He was kind and compassionate, but also a bit soft. Then again the young man was a civilian and not a warrior like Orrick. <br><br>Then his stomach sunk. He began to realize that there was no way they could continue to travel together. Orrick was pursuing a path that lead to constant conflict. He couldn’t ask the man with no fighting experience to come with him. In addition to this, beorc used weapons when they fought and laguz just used their claws and fangs. He couldn’t take the young man with him, even though he would have liked to. <br><br>They were fortunate not to run into anything before they reached the main road. Orrick followed Garen out into the road. “We should still remain cautious, until we are in the town.” <br><br>Thankfully they reached the town rather quickly. As they approached there was quite a crowd gathering. Laguz weren’t these parts often and Orrick was of particular interest to the villagers who saw him walking into the town with Garen. Orrick did his best to ignore their gaze and walked strong and proud, but he could still feel their eyes on him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>21-08-2010, 19:12:29</strong>
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				Garen gave a nod to Orrick.&nbsp; It was true.&nbsp; There was no telling who or what else lurked in the forest near the road.&nbsp; It was often a perfect spot for bandits to hide and ambush travelers.&nbsp; Luckily, there was still much daylight, and they were quite close to the village now.&nbsp; They reached the town gates in a matter of minutes, and the posted guards gave Orrick more than a few wry looks.&nbsp; The young man could read the mix of curiosity and caution on their faces as the two of them passed into town.&nbsp; There was no problem though.&nbsp; They weren't stopped, but the villagers gave more than a fair share of looks their way.<br><br>The human slowed a bit to walk more beside Orrick as they closed in on the town's only inn.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, Orrick.&nbsp; They seem to be staring at you quite a lot."&nbsp; Garen said in a whisper, feeling the need to apologize for his kinsmen.<br><br>He pushed the door of the inn open.&nbsp; It was the Howling Gale Inn, probably named so for the brisk winds that passed through this particular part of the countryside.&nbsp; It was rather sparsely occupied at the moment, seeing as most of the village inhabitants were still out tending to their daily work.&nbsp; Garen found the barkeep in the center of the room behind a large square shaped bar.&nbsp; He slowly walked up to him.<br><br>"Excuse me, sir?&nbsp; Is it possible for me and my friend to have a room for the night.&nbsp; I...don't have any money, but I would be glad to make payment in exchange for services.&nbsp; I'm a blacksmith.&nbsp; We've come from Meadow."&nbsp; He said.<br><br>The barkeeps expression was skeptical until Garen had mentioned Meadow.&nbsp; His eyes softened a bit.&nbsp; "You'll be one of only a handful that made it out?"&nbsp; He said more in a question to himself than to Garen.&nbsp; "There'll be no need for payment tonight.&nbsp; I had kin in Meadow.&nbsp; Dunno if you know them.&nbsp; My daughter Susanna and her husband."&nbsp; The barkeep said.<br><br>He could vaguely recall who the man was talking about.&nbsp; Garen thought they lived on the far side of Meadow, running a general store.&nbsp; "Aye, I knew of her.&nbsp; I'm sorry I don't know what happened.&nbsp; It was...a blur."&nbsp; Garen said apologetically.<br><br>The barkeep nodded but motioned to the stairs.&nbsp; "Feel free to rest up."&nbsp; He then eyed Orrick.&nbsp; "I've not seen the likes of his kind."&nbsp; The man said before pushing his hand forward.&nbsp; "Where are my manners?&nbsp; Name's Harold.&nbsp; I own and run this establishment."<br><br>Garen took the man's hand and gave it a hearty shake.&nbsp; "Garen.&nbsp; This is Orrick."&nbsp; He motioned to the Laguz.&nbsp; Harold eyed him for a moment and gave him a nod.&nbsp; "Well...umm...I'll have supper prepared in an hour or so.&nbsp; Don't go too far.&nbsp; Not to brag, but I make the best stew this side of the Aeriy.&nbsp; It's likely to go fast."&nbsp; He smiled and then excused himself to the back.<br><br>The young man looked to Orrick.&nbsp; "Well...I guess we're staying here tonight."&nbsp; He gave a smile to Orrick and then nodded toward the stairs.&nbsp; "We should rest a bit upstairs.&nbsp; We've been walking most of the day."&nbsp; They each then ascended the stairs to make use of their accommodations. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>23-08-2010, 21:08:06</strong>
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				Orrick did feel uncomfortable with the stares he received and Garen’s apology for it only seemed to increase the discomfort. Thankfully it wasn’t long before the reached the inn. Orrick let Garen do all the talking, but stood behind him and remained as non-threatening looking as possible. He wanted to make sure they had a place to stay for the night. When Harold gave Orrick the approving nod Orrick returned it before heading up stairs with Garen. <br><br>The inn was certainly packed. As the two men went from room to room they could see each was occupied. Finally they came to a room that was empty. It was small with only one window to the outside and one bed. Orrick stepped in the room and looked around it for a moment. In such a small room his impressive stature seemed even larger, but he immediately went to the bed and sat down on it. It would be big enough to hold him and Garen if they remained close. He liked the idea of sleeping with Garen again tonight, but he had to make sure Garen was ok with that. <br><br>He waited for the beorc to approach him and he stared up at him for a moment. “May I share the bed with you tonight? If you mind I will sleep on the floor.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>24-08-2010, 19:51:40</strong>
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				They passed a few rooms which were occupied.&nbsp; The inn seemed quite busy which led Garen to believe that this particular village must be a popular stopping point for travelers and merchants.&nbsp; He did vaguely recall that there was a road leading toward the capital as they passed through the town.&nbsp; The young man suddenly had a fleeting thought of traveling there.&nbsp; He wasn't a city person though, so thought better of it.<br><br>Near the end of the hall, they found an unoccupied room.&nbsp; Garen stepped in, Orrick just behind him.&nbsp; He took in the small quarters.&nbsp; There was nothing really special about it.&nbsp; A bed, a small table beside it, a single chair, and a small window.&nbsp; The human turned around to see Orrick doing the same, and it was then that Garen saw how much of the room the Laguz took up.&nbsp; He was the same size as always, but the close quarters of the room seemed to show off his stature quite well.<br><br>He watched the large male walk toward the bed and take a seat, and Garen slowly followed behind until he was standing just next to him.&nbsp; The young man blushed a bit but he didn't turn away.&nbsp; In fact, he smiled at Orrick.&nbsp; One hand moved up to rest on one of the male's broad shoulders.&nbsp; "I do not mind at all, Orrick."&nbsp; The boy said, giving the warm shoulder a squeeze before pulling his hand back.<br><br>Garen kicked off his boots, and probably to Orrick's surprise, pulled his tunic off to reveal nicely toned chest.&nbsp; Not a match to Orrick's but it was evidence that the young man was quite active.&nbsp; It was mostly hairless save for a small trail of black hair leading down into his breeches.&nbsp; He slipped onto the bed, crawling around Orrick and then laying on his side to face the wall.&nbsp; After a moment, he turned back to the Laguz.&nbsp; "Feel free to...get more comfortable if you like...I...I don't mind."&nbsp; He said rather softly before turning back toward the wall and closing his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 02:04:59</strong>
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				Orrick saw Garen blush and was worried he would be denied his request, but was relieved when he heard the young man’s answer. He was a bit surprised to feel Garen’s hand on his shoulder. The younger man had touched him on very few occasions thus far, but he interpreted it as a friendly gesture and nothing more.<br><br>However, Orrick was much more surprised when the younger man kicked off his boots and removed his tunic. The young man’s sudden vigor made the laguz somewhat speechless for a moment, but the fact that Garen was shirtless probably contributed to he’s speechlessness. It was the first time he had seen the younger male without a shirt on and, even though Garen was moving, he noticed the details of his form. Orrick even noted the lack of hair on his body with the exception of the small trail leading to his crotch. It was even more obvious to the laguz now that he was attracted to Garen, but it was also obvious that there was an age difference. If Orrick had to guess he was no more than five summers older than Garen, but there was a definite difference in their bodies. His was the body of a man, but Garen’s was the body of someone who wasn’t quite at his manhood. <br><br>Orrick was sat for a moment and didn’t move. He pondered whether it was a good idea for him to be in the same bed as this young man. It’s not like he could afford to become attached or stay with him. Orrick had things to do, but it was then is ears perked up.&nbsp; He heard Garen say it was ok to get comfortable. He hesitated for a moment and looked over at Garen. The younger male had just turned around and was now facing the wall. Orrick removed his tunic slowly, but kept his pants on for the sake of human modesty and his own safety. He also undid the cloth tying his hair back. <br><br>He moved cautiously, and his tale whipped behind him and he crawled behind the man. His yellow eyes stared at Garens bare back and trailed downward to where the pants blocked the sight of anymore flesh. He wanted to hold the young man just this last time. He wouldn’t deny himself that. Orrick’s hand made it’s way to rest on Garen’s waist. He moved slowly in case the young man protested, but soon settled behind Garen. As he did this his arm shifted and his hand moved along Garens skin to rest on his lower abdomen and right where there was hair. He noted how soft the hair was. It was obviously new. He brought his body closer to the younger man his chest touching Garen’s bare back. <br><br>Orrick finally settled in with his nose and lips behind the younger man’s head. Orrick closed his eyes and took in Garen’s scent and warmth for a moment before he opened them to look at him again. It would have been obvious to anyone looking that he was enjoying this experience, enjoying Garen in all of his being. Orrick could only sigh when he thought how it was going to end. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 07:43:34</strong>
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				He heard shuffling behind him, and then the bed shifted a bit as Orrick moved his weight atop its surface.&nbsp; As soon as it had happened, it stopped, leaving them both in a deep silence.&nbsp; A hand on his waist nearly startled Garen.&nbsp; He opened his eyes, but he didn't move to look.&nbsp; He knew it was Orrick, and for some reason, he didn't mind at all.&nbsp; The Laguz shifted again behind him, and the hand crept down to rest on his abdomen.&nbsp; The young man blinked for a moment but decided he liked that as well.<br><br>Suddenly, a great warmth enveloped his back.&nbsp; It was Orrick.&nbsp; He'd pulled up closer to him, pressing his chest against the young man's bare back.&nbsp; Garen could feel the hair on it tickling his skin.&nbsp; On top of that, Orrick put his mouth and nose just at his head where he felt the man's breath.&nbsp; The young man couldn't suppress a shiver.&nbsp; It was one of pleasure, and he found himself pressing back against Orrick.&nbsp; That was when he noticed...he was getting hard.<br><br>For a moment, he panicked.&nbsp; His mind at least did, but he didn't want to disturb Orrick.&nbsp; He remained completely still for a long moment, hoping it would cease on its own, but the more he kept himself pressed against Orrick, the more intense it seemed to grow until it was fully stiff inside his trousers.&nbsp; He really couldn't do anything about it now without alerting Orrick, so he closed his eyes again, hoping sleep would come.&nbsp; It wasn't easy though.&nbsp; His mind wandered.&nbsp; The feel of Orrick behind him made him curious.&nbsp; He found himself wanting to see the man up close...in his natural state.&nbsp; That wasn't proper though.&nbsp; He shouldn't do that to someone he hardly knew.<br><br>Maybe wait until he's asleep.&nbsp; Then he could roll over and look at him closer.&nbsp; Yes, that would work.&nbsp; He remained motionless as it seemed sleep wasn't on his side at the moment, hoping that Orrick would fall asleep soon and he could indulge his curiosity.&nbsp; In the meantime, he brought his arm down to rest atop the Laguz' which was laying on his abdomen.&nbsp; His fingers curled in between Orrick's holding the man's hand tightly as he laid there, unsure of why he had done so, but he enjoyed it quite a lot. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 15:12:11</strong>
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				Orrick was a bit worried when he felt the beorc shiver in his arms, but was relieved when he felt the younger man’s hand come over his own. As there fingers interlaced, he began to understand that Garen was accepting him. Orrick closed his eyes and was pleased. It felt good to have the young man so close again. He could feel Garen’s warmth in his chest and arms and Orrick was overcome by a deep comfort to have the man there. His scent overpowered Orrick’s nostrils and caused the laguz’s tail to curl from pleasure. It was so tangible that from this distance Orrick had to suppress an urge to lick the young man and taste him.<br><br>Orrick did entertain the though for a moment. He would have liked to roll over Garen’s body and taste him thoroughly. He could run his tongue through every bend, bump, and crevice. The thought excited the Laguz and he soon found his trousers to be very confining as he began to grow stiff within them. Orrick suddenly grew worried. There was little doubt that Garen could feel Orrick’s erection even if they were both wearing trousers. It was pressed right against his backside. <br><br>There was little Orrick could do in this situation though without making it painfully obvious or awkward for the both of them. Instead he closed his eyes and mimicked sleep. Men often grew hard in there sleep. It would at least be an excuse. He doubted he could sleep now though. There was an almost foreign energy in possession of him now and it would refuse to rest until it explored Garen. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>25-08-2010, 15:42:34</strong>
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				The young man soon became awkwardly aware of a hard heat pressing against his rear end.&nbsp; He swallowed hard for a moment, his mind racing.&nbsp; Orrick was hard too?&nbsp; Garen tried to calm himself.&nbsp; It could just mean he was asleep.&nbsp; After all, he woke up in such a state many times.&nbsp; He laid there again for a long moment, debating over whether or not he would try to turn over.&nbsp; The human chewed his lip as he waited until his mind finally came to a conclusion.<br><br>Slowly, and so as not to wake Orrick, he began to turn over.&nbsp; In one fluid motion, he was laying on his back with Orrick pressed against his side, one hand draped over his abdomen.&nbsp; It was very clear now that the warmth and hardness poking him was, indeed, Orrick's length entrapped in the Laguz' trousers.&nbsp; Garen's eyes lingered on it, and his finger twitched with the odd urge to grasp it through the linen fabric.&nbsp; He did not though.<br><br>He let his eyes travel up Orrick's body.&nbsp; They traced the skin covered in red hair.&nbsp; It trailed up his abdomen until it spread a bit on his chest.&nbsp; The boy craned his head slightly, bringing his face closer to the red furry flesh.&nbsp; His nostrils were hit with the man's scent again.&nbsp; It was strangely intoxicating this time.&nbsp; Garen felt his groin twitch as he inhaled deeply.&nbsp; His breathing had heightened slightly, and his hormones began to race.&nbsp; His light blue eyes became half-lidded as his young sex drive took over.&nbsp; Reason was beginning to leave him, and the thought of touching Orrick was becoming much more appealing.<br><br>Another sniff of his scent made his cock twitch in his trousers, and Garen began to lean forward.&nbsp; It was like being in slow motion as his face approached the chest before him.&nbsp; Suddenly, he found his face buried in the muscular, furry expanse of flesh.&nbsp; His lips parted, tongue snaking out to swipe through the red hair and skin.&nbsp; The taste was a more concentrated version of the Laguz' smell, and Garen loved it so much that he gave another long lick, the taste of musk and sweat on his tongue making him shiver.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 06:31:56</strong>
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				Orrick was a bit surprised to feel Garen shift in his arms. He probably felt uncomfortable with Orrick’s length pressing against his rear. Orrick thought it was best to continue to pretend he was asleep. He didn’t want to cause any additional discomfort for the beorc because then he would likely not be allowed to be in such close proximity. He was surprised when the young man began to move again. He could feel the young man’s face borrow into his chest. He recalled Garen doing the same thing this morning and thought little of it until he felt a wet tongue slip across his chest. <br>&nbsp;<br>Orrick’s eyes popped open for a moment. He was completely surprised by the gesture, but it did excite him to think that Garen was thinking of the same thing he was. He could feel his erection leap in his pants. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to savor the second lick. He stood as still as possible, but found the he couldn’t really contain himself. He grabbed Garen by his waist and closed the gap between their bodies.&nbsp; Torso to Torso he could feel the warmth of the other man’s body. His erection throbbed as it came in contact with Garen’s, but he said nothing and kept his eyes closed. <br><br>Despite every desire he felt, he wanted to see what Garen was going to do. He wanted to make sure that this wasn’t just an unconscious gesture, but that Garen really had a desire for him.&nbsp; His left ear twitched with impatience as he waited, but he was vigilant. He needed to be sure this was ok. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>26-08-2010, 15:53:56</strong>
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				Garen literally squeaked out in fear as the Laguz' took him by the waist and pulled him closer in one quick motion.&nbsp; His eyes widened as he looked up at Orrick's face.&nbsp; His eyes were still closed, but he obviously had felt what the boy was doing.&nbsp; Perhaps this meant he liked it.&nbsp; The human then felt the other male's erection throb against his own.&nbsp; He gave a soft swallow as he looked down to where their groins met.&nbsp; He couldn't see much due to their close proximity, but he could definitely feel the heat of Orrick's member against him, even through both their trousers.<br><br>The boy decided to go further, turning back to the furry chest before him and continuing the licks but with more fervor this time.&nbsp; He lapped more quickly in the middle of Orrick's chest until the spot became damp with his saliva and the red hair stuck against the Laguz' skin in its wetness.&nbsp; One of his hands slid over to place itself on Orrick's muscled waist.&nbsp; His skin was so warm and surprisingly soft for a warrior.&nbsp; He let his fingers travel upward along the large man's side, fingertips feeling along the muscle and skin until they dipped into his underarm for a moment.&nbsp; Garen brought them down then, across the Laguz's pec muscle, his fingertips brushing against a nipple.&nbsp; The young man eyed the nub for a moment before he threw caution to the wind and leaned in toward it.&nbsp; Like Orrick's red furred chest, he let his tongue out to swipe across the hardened flesh of the nipple.&nbsp; Another lick then another, and finally, Garen leaned in and let his lips enclose around it, sucking gently and brushing his teeth against it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 00:34:41</strong>
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				Orrick had a very hard time suppressing himself as he felt the young man’s tongue lapping up every bare inch of his chest. His breathing grew deeper and he could feel himself growing warmer with a new found energy in him. He could barely believe this was happening if only because he didn’t expect it from the younger man, but he did enjoy it. He could feel the beorc’s hands traveling up his torso, they were a bit coarse from working as a blacksmith, but Orrick didn’t mind this at all. Then he felt the man’s tounge touch his nipple. His tail almost immediately began to stretch and erect from the feeling of pleasure. His face began to get even redder than it usually was. Then he felt the young man suck and He grimaced in pleasure. His fangs flashed and he did his best, but he could suppress himself no longer. <br><br>He took hold of Garen’s waist and rolled both of them over in one quick motion.&nbsp; It would probably take the young man by surprise again, but Orrick was tired of remaining inactive. Garen’s back was pressed to the bed now and Orrick was on top of him. The Laguz was on all fours with his hands on either side of Garen’s frame. His right leg was nestled safely between Garen’s leg. As he looked down at the young man he must have looked completely feral. His red hair fell around his shoulders and framed his face perfectly and gave his yellow eyes a menacing look. His ears were completely erect and his tail swished playful behind me. He looked very much like a cat who was very excited to find a mouse to play with. <br><br>Orrick struck quickly and without mercy as he lowered his head and released his tongue from the confines of his mouth. It was longer than a humans and maybe a little flatter, but not by much. He sent it trailing up from the younger man’s chest. He could finally taste the young man and the flavor was intoxicating. It was so fulfilling to finally be able to reach the essence of the scent that had haunted him these last few days. He ran his tongue up the man’s collar bone and throat till he finally ended the lick at his chin. He stopped for a moment to look at Garen’s green eyes and it would be apparent to anyone that some animalistic lust had taken over Orrick. His tales continued to swerve in the back ground, but he continued. <br><br>He grabbed onto the young man’s waist and lifted it slightly as he lowered his head again. This time his tongue darted into Garen’s belly button, but this was only the starting point. Orrick took another long stroke and this time he ended it over Garen’s left nipple. He took the numb in his mouth and sucked up it as Garen had done to him, but released it rather quickly. Instead he moved down to the belly button again and repeated the process except ending at the right nipple. He dove down again and gain and always starting at the belly button and taking long strokes. It wasn’t long before the younger man’s upper torso was covered with Saliva. There didn’t seem to be any stopping the laguz. He was after the younger man’s scent.&nbsp; <br><br>Running out of unmarked space, Orrick lifted the young man’s left arm and ran his tongue over the exposed armpit. Garen’s taste was much more concentrated here and he&nbsp; began lapping it up without mercy. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 01:25:45</strong>
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				Garen was caught by surprise at the Laguz's sudden burst of energy.&nbsp; In fact, he yelped out when Orrick grabbed his waist and rolled them over quite unexpectedly.&nbsp; "Aaggh!"&nbsp; His voice came out in a soft whimper, his eyes looking up into the other male's eyes.&nbsp; His features had turned much more feral than Garen was used to.&nbsp; His red hair hung down to surround his face, and his skin had blushed a much deeper red.&nbsp; Garen shivered a bit, this time in fear.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if he had done something wrong or not.&nbsp; Yellow eyes stared down at him, and the boy suddenly felt like prey being trapped by a very large feline.<br><br>"Orr-Orrick..."&nbsp; He said softly in a whine, but the male struck quickly.&nbsp; Garen gave a loud whimper in fear as the Laguz dropped his head, fangs bearing for a moment.&nbsp; However, what the human received was nothing painful.&nbsp; Instead, he felt the warm wetness of a tongue lapping across his skin.&nbsp; After a moment of confusion, he began to realize that Orrick was as interested in this as he was.&nbsp; A very soft moan floated from between his parted lips as Orrick's tongue swiped across his skin.&nbsp; The licks were slow and long, so much so that the Laguz licked from the middle of his chest all the way to his chin.<br><br>Garen could do nothing, not that he really wanted to.&nbsp; He laid very still as if playing 'dead' while Orrick lapped his skin.&nbsp; It took a few minutes, and the young man looked down with each dive of the cat-man's head to see what he was doing.&nbsp; He had taken a particular interest in his belly button.&nbsp; It became the starting location of his licking, dipping into the small alcove before traveling upward.&nbsp; The young man moaned out softly each time, a slight tickle visibly moving up his form.&nbsp; His skin began to show signs of goosebumps as the amount of saliva grew to coat his flesh.&nbsp; The air of the room cooled him because of it.&nbsp; Garen wanted to pull closer to Orrick to warm up, and lucky for him, the lapping of his chest was over.&nbsp; The Laguz was far from done though.<br><br>Orrick was much more like an animal now, or at least Garen thought.&nbsp; He seemed to be on a mission to lick every part of him.&nbsp; The boy gasped when his arm was raised, the wet tongue dipping in to taste him there.&nbsp; "Ahh...nnngh..."&nbsp; He groaned, squirming a bit from the tickles he received.<br><br>Garen wanted to explore again, however. He'd been laying mostly still for the past few minutes as Orrick had taken over.&nbsp; The Laguz's current position allowed his muscled shoulder to be in the perfect position for Garen to reach it with his mouth, so the boy leaned forward and began to lap at the reddened flesh, tasting the man there.&nbsp; They seemed to be oddly after the same thing...taste and scent.&nbsp; He didn't know why exactly.&nbsp; Garen never thought about it before, but he loved the Laguz's smell and taste.&nbsp; His flesh carried the flavor of slightly salty earth and the smell of fresh leaves.<br><br>The young man's hand lifted and found Orrick's side, fingers running along flexing muscles.&nbsp; He brought his hand around to allow his arm to wrap around the larger frame of his companion, holding tightly to him.&nbsp; Garen hoped it would warm him a bit though it was not totally doing the trick.&nbsp; The boy continued his lapping, his tongue licking over near Orrick's neck now.&nbsp; His laps grew more reckless which made his teeth graze against flesh now.&nbsp; Another shiver ran through him.&nbsp; Still cold.&nbsp; Garen then lifted each leg and wrapped them around Orrick's waist.&nbsp; He hoped that now he might actually get some warmth from the other male.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 10:48:20</strong>
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				Each moan rising from the young man was like a feast that drove the Laguz forward. It seemed as though Garen was taking to this well, after the initial shock. Orrick rolled his tongue further up the young man’s arm as he felt Garen’s tongue begin to grace his shoulder. He knew the beorc’s senses weren’t as developed as laguz’s, but it seemed as though Garen had a particular keen sense of smell and taste for his kind. Orrick’s thoughts on this were cut off when he felt a pair of teeth nip him near his neck. He let out&nbsp; a pleasured growl when this happened.<br><br>Despite Orrick’s state he had taken care not to get Garen with his teeth as they were particularly sharp, but he certainly didn’t mind it happening to him. In fact, it caused his length to stir a bit.&nbsp; Then he felt the younger man’s strong legs wrap around him. The younger man seemed to be determined to get closer to Orrick. The cat man could feel that the human’s flesh was cool and wet. Orrick understood then that Garen was looking for warmth. He was happy to give it to the human.&nbsp; <br><br>Orrick allowed his lower body to come down and meet the younger man’s first. He could feel his length pressed against Garen’s through the thin fabric. He brought his torso down too and soon the two men where pressed together with no space between them whatsoever. Then Orrick began to do something really devious and began to grind against the other man’s erection. <br><br>The motion carried on to the rest of their bodies as their flesh pressed together. Orrick’s hands moved to the young man’s waist where he gripped doing his best to keep him steady. The only problem with this position was that Orrick couldn’t find anywhere to lick and he couldn’t think of a way to get his pants off. He found they were being rather intrusive at this point. Finally, the cat man settled on Garen’s ear. His tongue dipped inside it for a moment before he tried to take the thing in his mouth. <br><br>Orrick could feel pressure building inside of him with each thrust and he let out several muffled moans while he toyed with Garen’s ear. However, the trousers they wore were becoming a nuisance. Orrick wanted them off. He wanted to feel the full extent of Garen’s flesh. However, Garen seemed to be clinging to the laguz with all his might.&nbsp; Orrick finally released the younger man’s ear.<br><br>“Garen,” Orrick spoke in a huskier voice. It was deeper than usual and there seemed to be a stronger animal like substance to it. “Lets take the trouser’s off and get under the sheets.”<br><br>It wasn’t till he said it that he realized when he was saying. Everything up to this point was just fooling around, but now Orrick was asking Garen to have sexual relations with him. He knew it was not a good idea. He was not supposed to do this, but desire and need outweighed logic at this point.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 17:31:20</strong>
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				Garen hummed softly as Orrick understood what he wanted.&nbsp; The cat-man's larger form moved to cover him more, pressing down against his body.&nbsp; The young man let his legs loosen a bit from around the Laguz as Orrick let his lower body descend to press against his own.&nbsp; Following his hips and legs, Orrick's torso lowered down atop him too, but what followed made Garen widen his eyes a bit and moan out rather involuntarily.<br><br>"Unngh..."&nbsp; He gave a deep, soft moan as Orrick ground his hard member against him.&nbsp; The young man couldn't help but roll his hips back and give a hard grind back to Orrick.&nbsp; The Laguz, however, seemed to want to control the motion.&nbsp; His large hands moved down to grasp at the human's hips, holding him in place so he could not move.<br><br>"Ahh..haa...O-Orr..iick..."&nbsp; He whispered out so lowly that it was nearly inaudible, at least to himself.&nbsp; Orrick's keen senses probably heard it clearly.&nbsp; The tongue in and upon his ear sent him into sensory overdrive.&nbsp; Garen's arms found hard, muscled flesh to wrap around and grab hold of as his hips gave another roll against the Laguz.<br><br>He was brought out of his wave of pleasure for a moment by Orrick's breathy, deep voice.&nbsp; It seemed more like a deep purr or growl in the form of words.&nbsp; Before the Laguz had even finished the statement, Garen was already fumbling with his trousers.&nbsp; His hands had unwrapped from around the large expanse that was Orrick's torso, thumbs hooking in the waist of his only garment to pull it free.&nbsp; He pushed it down and let his hips shimmy to slip it off.&nbsp; The human didn't bother grabbing it, instead opting to push it to the end of the bed with his feet.&nbsp; He was left fully exposed for the Laguz, hard member laying against his abdomen.&nbsp; It was proportioned for his size, not overly big nor small.<br><br>Garen seemed to notice Orrick hesitate, so he brought his fingers up to dip under the waist of the Laguz's trousers, pleading in his eyes to not stop now.&nbsp; He was young and driven more by need than thought.&nbsp; The boy leaned up and lapped at Orrick's neck while continuing to gently paw his hand at the trousers still covering his companion.&nbsp; "Orrick...p-please..."&nbsp; He whimpered out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 18:40:06</strong>
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				In the back of Orrick’s mind he kept thinking that he shouldn’t be doing this, but all though was lost when Garen removed his pants. Orrick stared down the younger man’s body with his eyes coming to rest on the exposed length before him.&nbsp; His inaction seemed to spark some worry in the young man and he soon found himself being pleaded with while his neck was assaulted with more licks. Orrick closed his eyes as he savored the feeling for a moment.<br><br>He let Garen’s tugging at his waistband Guide him and he quickly undid the ties and carefully brought the trousers down. His engorged erection seemed to burst forth from its confines. He was an average length and girth for a man of his height and species, but to Garen he must have seemed somewhat large. There was a mass of red pubic hair surrounding it that connected all the way up to his chest hair where it extended outward.&nbsp; In many ways, it added to Orrick’s feral features. <br><br>The next thins to be released was his tail which whipped out of the trousers with great ease.&nbsp; The trousers were pushed down to his knees and without a moments hesitation his body began to cover Garen again. His bare erection pressed against the other man’s and his hips began to grind with the same fervor as before. Waves of pleasure hit him immediately and the laguz released a loud growl of pleasure. His eyes were closed and his fangs were exposed for a short time.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was much better without the trousers on and much more satisfying to feel Garen’s completely bare flesh. As he did this his legs began to move and peel the trousers from his form. <br><br>Orrick was free now to increase the motion of his hips. He moved harder and faster and rode each wave of pleasure with every roll of his hips. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 19:17:16</strong>
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				When Orrick began to loosen his trousers, Garen brought his hand away to wrap his arms back around the Laguz.&nbsp; He clung to him hard as if he might disappear at any moment.&nbsp; Perhaps that was what the young man feared.&nbsp; He had already lost so much.&nbsp; He didn't want to lose Orrick too.&nbsp; Garen's licking increased in both speed an intensity.&nbsp; He loved the taste of the cat-man's flesh.&nbsp; The boy had licked upward until his mouth was just at Orrick's jaw.&nbsp; He did something different then, however.&nbsp; Garen let his teeth graze against the reddish skin, nibbling softly for a moment before he bit down on the flesh.&nbsp; A moan accompanied his action, his fingers digging harder into the flesh of Orrick's back.&nbsp; He couldn't explain it.&nbsp; He wasn't really thinking about it, but it seemed natural for the young man to do such.<br><br>Garen suddenly felt a very hot and heavy length fall against his groin.&nbsp; The boy pulled back a moment, his curiosity getting the best of him.&nbsp; The light of the small window was barely enough to shed light between them, and what the young man saw made him gasp.&nbsp; He should not have been surprised.&nbsp; For someone Orrick's size, it was perfect, but compared to Garen, it was larger.&nbsp; His eyes focused on the deep red hair just above the hard member which seemed to connect to his stomach and chest hair, making it one large mass of fur.&nbsp; Before he could stop himself, his hand moved down to the mass of hair, fingers rubbing through it.&nbsp; The boy could feel the heat from Orrick's shaft, and he wasn't even touching it.&nbsp; A hard swallow followed as he pulled his hand back just in time for the Laguz to lay atop him again.<br><br>Their bodies were no longer separated by the thin sheets of fabric.&nbsp; It was skin against skin, warmth sharing between.&nbsp; It wasn't long before their bodies became slightly moist with the new addition of sweat.&nbsp; Orrick had begun to grind against him again, length rubbing against length.&nbsp; Garen could hardly believe the pleasure he received just from that motion.&nbsp; He met Orrick's growl with his own deep moan.&nbsp; The cat-man seemed to give more energy to his motions, faster and harder.&nbsp; Garen began to softly groan with each grind he received.&nbsp; His eyes didn't know where to look during the entire ordeal.&nbsp; They moved from the Laguz face, his eyes, mouth, nose, ears.&nbsp; He watched the red strands of hair that fell around the man's face.&nbsp; He observed the rapid twitch and swish of the long red tail behind him.&nbsp; Garen could see the muscles flex beneath Orrick's skin.&nbsp; For a moment, the Laguz's fangs were visible.&nbsp; He wanted to feel them, not knowing even why.&nbsp; A bold move.&nbsp; The human leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Orrick's with a moan, his tongue swiping across red lips in a desperate whimper.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>27-08-2010, 22:03:14</strong>
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				Each moan Garen made seemed to accelerate the speed of the laguz’s hip. A longing for release was building inside the man now and there was almost no way to stop him from having it, but then he felt an unfamiliar feeling take him. He felt the young man’s lips come to his and Garen’s tongue seemed to dance on his limps with a desperate whimper. Orrick opened his mouth and allowed the tongue inside. He could feel it squirm about his canines as if trying to feel them out so Orrick bit down gently without causing any pain. He teased the portion of the tongue trapped in his mouth with his own tongue and then opened his jaw to release Garen’s. However, before the young man could close his mouth, Orrick’s tongue darted into it. It rolled over Garen/s tongue in a similar motion to licking. Orrick growled again as he did this. He had never kissed anyone because Laguz did not kiss. They often displayed their affection in licks. Orrick decided he liked it.<br><br>Orrick took hold of Garen’s back and pulled him up. Orrick ended up rolling back into a sitting position with Garen straddling him. From this angle he had a much easier time exploring the depths of the man’s mouth. However, much of the grinding was now under Garen’s control. Orrick hadn’t noticed how much sweat they were producing. He hadn’t even been aware of the precum oozing from his cock or even Garen’s cock. There was so much moister between them, but all Orrick felt was the heat rising between them. If they kept going like this much longer than neither would last.&nbsp; Instead he just followed his instincts and grabbed Garen with one hand around his hips and the other around his neck and kissed him. <br><br>After a long while, Orrick pulled back and his hand grabbed Garen by the shoulder and pushed him back gently. Then he let his hand travel down the male’s chest and past his belly button. His eyes followed his hand intensely. It was as if every inch of flesh was unknown land that needed to be conquered. When he reached where Garen was beginning to grow hair, his eyes widened. He saw the brown hair divide over Garens member. His own length was still pressed against the younger man’s. He passed his hand over both gently and savored the small leap of excitement Garen’s gave as he touched. He then struck quickly and took both of them in his hand and rubbed them together very slowly. He craned his neck back up and began to lick Garen’s neck as he did this. <br><br>Then he released his own length and tightly wrapped his hand tightly around Garen’s. He didn’t speed up slowly, but instead started stroking it at full speed as he hoped to incite a large moan from the young man. Then after a short burst he would slow down to the same rhythm he was doing when he held both erections in his hand. He repeated this process over and over. He wanted to keep the young man on the very edge of pleasure for as long as he could. At the same time he never stopped assaulting Garen’s neck with his tongue. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 00:13:33</strong>
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				"Mmmf...mm..."&nbsp; The young man moaned softly into Orrick's mouth when the teeth he had been so eager to explore bit gently down upon his tongue.&nbsp; His tongue became trapped within the wet confines of the cat-man's mouth, teased mercilessly by Orrick's larger tongue until he saw fit to release.&nbsp; Garen moved to close his lips, but the larger male returned the favor with a kiss of his own.&nbsp; The human was in heaven.&nbsp; Pleasure surged through his form, and Orrick was the origin of it.&nbsp; Another growl warmed him as it meant the Laguz was enjoying what they were doing.&nbsp; He wanted Orrick to enjoy it just as he was.<br><br>In the midst of the kiss, Orrick lifted Garen upward.&nbsp; He had no choice but to follow the cat-man, his legs gently wrapped around Orrick's waist and hips until he was straddling the Laguz's lap.&nbsp; Their kissing continued, Garen pushing back with his tongue a bit to taste more of the other man's mouth.&nbsp; He noticed that the grinding had mostly come to a halt, so he took over, grinding his hips forward to rub his exposed member against Orrick's own.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Auummgh!"&nbsp; He gave a deep, loud moan into the other male's mouth as he did, the pleasure and heat there renewing.<br><br>They remained like that for an unknown amount of time.&nbsp; Garen didn't keep track, and he really didn't want to.&nbsp; He was enjoying everything they were doing.&nbsp; Orrick pulled back eventually, however.&nbsp; A strong hand pushed the human back some by his bare shoulder.&nbsp; It slid downward to the middle of his chest, slipping along smooth damp skin.&nbsp; Garen's crystal eyes followed it.&nbsp; He felt tingles in the path it left, electric charges of pleasure lighting his senses on fire, and as it descended, his length gave a hearty throb in hope that he might touch it.<br><br>Garen looked at the two members pressed together now, his smaller one pressed firmly against Orrick's larger shaft.&nbsp; They were both slick with precum, the evidence of their arousal.&nbsp; The cat-man finally touched his member, and it gave a hearty bob of excitement.&nbsp; Garen whined softly as he watched.&nbsp; He wanted to join in, but held back for a while longer.<br><br>"Haanngh...ooohh..."&nbsp; The boy groaned out, bending slightly as he both saw and felt Orrick's hand enclose around both their cocks.&nbsp; The Laguz obviously took advantage of this position as Garen began to feel a warm, moist tongue lap at his neck.&nbsp; The young man never let his eyes off the slowly stroking hand of his companion.&nbsp; It slowly moved up and down their shafts, spreading the sweat and precum as if it was some kind of lubricant.&nbsp; He glanced up at Orrick then as the man released his grip.&nbsp; The hand enclosed around Garen's member quite firmly and began to stroke very fast.<br><br>"Ahh...nnaaaagh...Orr-rriiick!"&nbsp; He moaned out, his head falling back as his mouth hung open.&nbsp; Garen remained like that, panting and giving softer moans until Orrick slowed.&nbsp; Just as Garen was recomposing himself, however, Orrick sped up again, another moan being his reward.&nbsp; It seemed like a never ending pattern, and because of the intense pleasure, Garen could do little but remain subject of his body's responses.<br><br>He seized an opportunity, at one point though.&nbsp; When Orrick slowed again, his own hand reached out and wrapped around the base of the Laguz's member.&nbsp; He squeezed it tightly.&nbsp; Tighter than comfort would allow most likely.&nbsp; He hoped it would earn him his own sound from the cat-man, and when it did, he pushed his other hand against Orrick's chest to make him lean back slightly.&nbsp; Garen stroked his hand up to the head of Orrick's length, his thumb rubbing over the drooling head.&nbsp; The boy then leaned in and kissed the other man once more now that he had his hand full.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 03:27:32</strong>
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				Orrick’s ears perked up when he heard the young man call out his name. He thoroughly enjoyed the sounds the man was making each slow down and speed up was its own reward. Orrick was so preoccupied with the other man that he completely forgot that his own erection was being completely ignored. It wasn’t until he felt a strong hand grip it tightly that he remembered. Though it was a little tight for comfort the grip caused the laguz to growl with pleasure. He stopped his motions all together, but held onto Garen’s flesh tightly. He wanted to see what the young man was going to do.<br><br>He allowed himself to be pushed back a bit, but his yellow eyes stared at Garen with the same intensity they had when he had right before he had started to lick him the first time. He felt the man’s hand traveling up his shaft and his almost closed as a deep sigh escaped his lips. The Laguz’s head was already exposed from before, but the upward pull caused some of the foreskin to rise back up. Nevertheless, the young mans thumb managed to find the opening and tease it readily. However, Orrcik could barely release another growl before his lips met Garen and they kissed again. Orrick could barely think under these conditions. He was throbbing readily in Garen’s hands as the man’s thumb continued to around his head. Garen seemed to be teasing the clear precum from him and soon his hand would be coated with the liquid.<br><br>Unable to think at the moment, Orrick settled for imitating the process. He moved up the man’s shaft and began to mimic the motion the young man was doing with his own thumbs. It was exciting to feel Garen’s head throbbing in his fingers. He liked the feel of the man’s slick head as it oozed its own precum. When the two finally separated from their kiss Orrick gave the human a mischievous look. He was continuing to follow every motion the younger man made with his hands. Orrick was making it clear that he got to do any and everything that Garen did to him. <br><br>However, Orrick also wanted to add a little twist to the game. His freehand reached around the young man’s waist, but instead of remaining there it lowered to take hold of one of the fleshy mounds that made up Garen’s behind. He took a strong hold of it and was sure to leave a few marks, but nothing damaging. However, he wasn’t done. It was fortunate for the laguz that Garen was smaller than him. Otherwise this would have been hard to do.&nbsp; However, he managed to move under the fleshy thigh and travel along the crevice until he was just past it. There he felt the man’s balls dangling carlessly. He had to bring Garen closer to him and raise his leg a bit, but he managed to grab hold of them. They were so soft, but heavy with cum. He thoroughly felt them and tugged at them gently as he watched the young man’s face. His other hand repeated Garen’s own motions. It seemed as Orrick never lost a beat through the entire process. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>28-08-2010, 18:29:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His hand became slick with the Laguz's fluid, but it only help with the process of rubbing Orrick's flesh.&nbsp; He let his hand feel out the member enclosed within.&nbsp; Fingers explored it.&nbsp; He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger, pulling it down along Orrick's shaft.&nbsp; It had the effect of pulling his foreskin all the way back, exposing the red, glistening head.&nbsp; He teased the crown, running a finger around the circumference of the large head before teasing the band of flesh just under the head.&nbsp; Garen suddenly gave a muffled moan into the kiss.&nbsp; "Mmggh!"&nbsp; Orrick had begun to do the same to him.&nbsp; The other man teased over his head with his thumb, smearing the fluid there and teasing even more out of him.&nbsp; The young man shivered in pleasure.&nbsp; He was unknown to such feelings as he had been the only one to touch himself there so far.<br><br>Garen concentrated though.&nbsp; He pulled back, his eyes falling on a rather devious looking Laguz.&nbsp; It had become a game, and the human was willing to play.&nbsp; Each motion of his hand was met in kind.&nbsp; When Garen moved his fingers to swipe over the drooling slit of Orrick's member, the same was given back to him.&nbsp; Orrick was doing more than he was though.&nbsp; His unoccupied hand reached behind Garen.&nbsp; It made the boy curious, but when fingers grasped one cheek of his rear, his blue eyes widened.&nbsp; "Ahhh!"&nbsp; He grunted as the Laguz's fingers squeezed tightly as if testing the flesh.&nbsp; It hurt, but Garen could bear it.&nbsp; Orrick's hand ventured further now, traveling down under his rear.&nbsp; Fingers made contact with his sack, and the young man nearly jumped on Orrick's lap.&nbsp; His hand released the thick member he had been toying with, and both of his hands grabbed onto the Laguz's shoulders for support.&nbsp; It was a good thing as well since Orrick pulled him closer.<br><br>"Mmgh...mmmf..."&nbsp; He groaned, looking over his shoulder as if trying to see what the cat-man was doing.&nbsp; Garen bit his lip as pleasure hit him though there was an underlining of pain.&nbsp; The tugs on his sack felt good though each one ended with a slight hint of discomfort.&nbsp; He didn't want Orrick to stop though, so he didn't let on to that fact.<br><br>Orrick was back in control now.&nbsp; Garen was too busy dealing with the feelings of both his length and his balls.&nbsp; The boy slowly began to hump into the hand encircling his member, his precum acting as a nice lube to aid his motions.&nbsp; He began to moan out softly with each roll of his hips, looking down to see his cock move in and out of Orrick's fingers.&nbsp; Just the sight of it made his balls tingle.&nbsp; It was the beginning of an explosive ending to come soon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 04:53:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devious pleasure filled Orrick as the young man jumped at his touch. He didn’t even care that his own erection was abandoned at the moment. Orrick took the opportunity to get a little more creative with what he was doing. He placed his thumb on the underside of the lengths and slid the finger upward, squeezing out the young man’s juices. He took his time with this and repeated the process. Once a fair amount of liquid had been squeezed out he coded his fingers with it. Then he encircled the head with his fingers and giving it a full rub down with his fingers. The whole time he remained playing with the cupped balls in his hand. He smiled at the young man as he savored the groans of pleasure coming from Garren’s form and leaned in to lick his chest. <br><br>When he took old of the young man’s shaft again he could feel Garen grinding into his hand. The heat coming off his length was incredible. It nearly matched the heat coming off the young man. Each lick Orrick took was savory now. The salty sweat seemed only to enhance the taste of the young man and he found he could barely contain himself.&nbsp; However, he did have one more thing to do. Orrick waited patiently and let Garen continue his grinding without interruption. Then he felt what he was waiting for, the young man’s sack jumped and moved closer to his body. Orrick struck without mercy and started to stroke the human at full speed. <br><br>He wouldn’t stop now. He wouldn’t stop even if Garen begged him. He wanted the young man’s seed and he wanted all of it. Orrick wouldn’t stop now until he felt the very piece of flesh start to grow soft, long after the release.&nbsp; All the while he continued to lick slowly and paid very close attention to the young man’s nipple, licking and nipping at it the entire time. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>31-08-2010, 20:05:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers gripped harder into the large shoulders before him.&nbsp; Garen's eyes were closed tightly, pleasure running through his form.&nbsp; It was easily visible, especially to Orrick who was the manipulator of his body at the moment.&nbsp; He touched the human wherever and however he wanted, and the young man could do nothing to stop him.&nbsp; The boy's hips rolled back and forth, thrust after thrust.&nbsp; His length moved in and out of the Laguz's tight fingers, essentially fucking his hand.&nbsp; He could not contain any sounds that came.&nbsp; It was an involuntary response to the way Orrick was touching him.<br><br>As the Laguz's fingers rubbed over his head, squeezing upward on the shaft to milk out more of his fluid, Garen moaned out loudly.&nbsp; "Ahh...aahhhh..."&nbsp; His cock became wet and slick with his juices, the sound of wet flesh slipping against one another amplified.&nbsp; The boy was closing in on an orgasm, and Orrick knew it because as soon as Garen was just approaching the edge, the hand encircling his cock began to stroke rapidly.&nbsp; "Nnyaaaggh!!"&nbsp; Garen shuddered and groaned out in almost a yell.&nbsp; He blushed, hoping no one else heard him, but he could not help himself.<br><br>Orrick's teeth enclosed on his nipple, and that was all it took.&nbsp; The first shot of cum was powerful.&nbsp; It spurted out and splattered right against Orrick's furry chest.&nbsp; Garen's back arched, his head falling back with his mouth open in a long drawn out groan.&nbsp; "Aaaggghhhh!"&nbsp; Several more jets gushed out of him to splash against the Laguz's abdomen and drench his hand.&nbsp; Even after the jets ceased to flow, Orrick continued to stroke.&nbsp; Garen began to fidget and whine, his dick becoming overly sensitive after coming, but the Laguz didn't stop.<br><br>"Ahh..ahh...O-Orrick...nngh..."&nbsp; Garen whined out softly, his cock going slightly limp but not quite all the way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>03-09-2010, 21:13:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Orrick found himself overly pleased with the young man’s reactions as he drove him over the edge. He didn’t even remember that they were in a populated area, but just spent his time savoring the young man’s moans until he finally felt that first jet spray across his chest. Orrick’s own erection jumped with excitement as the warm liquid hit him. It must have only lasted seconds, but it was fantastic. Orrick certainly didn’t want it to end, but when he heard Garen whine he began to realize that the young man’s flesh had gone limp in his hand. He released it and moved his other arm up to Garen’s waist. He pulled the young man close so that he could kiss him again and roll his tongue over Garen’s once more.<br><br>However, Orrick wasn’t done yet. His hand was already dripping wet, but he ran it along his body and gathered as much of the liquid as he could. Then he moved down to his own throbbing erection and took hold of it. He was using Garen’ semen as a lubricant as he began to softly rub up and down his own erection. Orrick wouldn’t last much longer himself, but he went slowly wanting to savor this feeling. <br><br>He released Garren’s lips and tongue. Orrick pulled his head back so that he could look up at Garen, but it wasn’t with the same animal like intensity as before. His yellow eyes looked at the young man with adoration. His free hand moved up the young man’s torso and Orrick’s hand rose so that he took hold of Garen’s chin. His thumb came to rest over the center of the chin and lightly touched the young man’s lips. He gently held the young man’s chin and continued staring into his eyes. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>04-09-2010, 21:24:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garen leaned into the furry chest of the Laguz as he was pulled closer.&nbsp; His mouth most eagerly found Orrick's own as they shared another kiss.&nbsp; The young man didn't care that he was making a mess between them with their chests rubbing together.&nbsp; He was in too much of a sexual high to really care.&nbsp; "Mmmf...nngh..."&nbsp; He moaned softly into the kiss, his arms encircling the torso of the other male.&nbsp; Their tongues rolled together, pushing back and forth for a long while.<br><br>The young human felt a hand between them, unsure of what Orrick was doing.&nbsp; He wouldn't find out until Orrick released from the kiss, and his eyes lowered to see the Laguz stroking himself with the remnants of Garen's orgasm.&nbsp; The wet sound of hot, slick flesh could be heard as Orrick stroked himself.&nbsp; The boy lifted his eyes to meet the gaze of his companion, yellow slitted eyes staring back at him.&nbsp; The warm feel of the Laguz's rose upon his chest, crossing his neck to grasp his chin.&nbsp; A thumb rubbed teasingly along the skin there before settling on his bottom lip.&nbsp; While still staring at Orrick, Garen let his tongue out to lick at the tip of the thumb.&nbsp; He danced over it, tempting it upward, and when the Laguz brought it up just a bit more, Garen sucked it between his lips.<br><br>His eyes never broke from the gaze as he began to suck gently on the thumb, his tongue swirling around it suggestively.&nbsp; Garen had never done anything like that, but the smells and sounds in the room electrified his young hormones.&nbsp; He was in deep lust with Orrick at the moment would likely do almost anything if pushed enough.<br><br>Garen's arm strayed from encircling Orrick.&nbsp; His hand moved downward along the side of the male's muscled chest.&nbsp; His fingers sought the large orbs beneath the hard, thick flesh that the Laguz was stroking.&nbsp; They found the two heavy glands within their sack.&nbsp; He fit one in his palm and felt its weight, full of the seed Orrick would spill soon.&nbsp; Garen's fingers closed around it and gave it a testing gentle squeeze, gauging the other male's reaction.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 04:52:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Orrick was a bit surprised when the young man’s tongue descended to meet there very tip of his thumb. The look in the young man’s eyes was devilish and Orrick found himself raising his thumb to meet the young man’s eager lips. There was a deep sensual energy from the action. The attention being paid to the thumb and the look in his eyes was reawakening the animal instinct that had driven Orrick into a frenzy before. Then he felt something he didn’t expect. He felt Garen’s arms descend only to end up tending to the orbs dangling beneath the wet mass of flesh that was now twitching in his hand.<br><br>Orrick growled in pleasure, and slowed down the movement of his hand. He stared at the hand and then the man attached to it. Garen was the first person to touch the laguz there in a long time and he very much wanted to be touched. He removed his hand from his length and moved it along Garen’s free arm. Once he was at the young man’s wrist he took hold of it gently and led it down his slick body. He brought Garen’s free hand to his length and coaxed the young man’s fingers to take hold of it. When he felt the young man grip he closed his eyes and released a deep sigh. His length twitched in the young man’s hand. He could feel each of Garen’s hands on him now. One resting on his length and the other just below it and teasing his swollen orbs.&nbsp; He stared at the young man’s hands and waited eagerly. With Garen’s hands on him, he wouldn’t last long.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 03:46:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The flesh in his hand was so hot and wet.&nbsp; The copious amount of fluid Orrick's length just above was making a sticky mess of his groin area, and the musky scent of sweat and sex seemed only to serve as a powerful aphrodisiac to his young senses.&nbsp; Another warm sensation led his eyes astray.&nbsp; It was Orrick's hand, grasping him by the wrist.&nbsp; The Laguz took Garen's hand and brought it to the furry chest.&nbsp; His fingers brushed through sweat dampened hair along firm skin.&nbsp; His hand descended to the main source of the fiery warmth between them, and as his fingers brushed the slick shaft, they close around the shaft firmly.&nbsp; A sigh was his reward for doing so.&nbsp; It was deep and contented which is what Garen wanted Orrick to feel.<br><br>His eyes focused on the flesh in his hand.&nbsp; It was long and so very hot, throbbing visibly in his grip.&nbsp; The boy's other hand had never stopped rubbing the heavy balls, first one then the other and back again.&nbsp; Each was rolled, squeezed, and fondled within his grip while his other hand took to stroking slowly along the shaft.&nbsp; A few strokes into the motion and Garen could feel the warm slick precum coating his hand.&nbsp; A moment of young curiosity overtook him, his hand pulling away for a moment.&nbsp; His fingers had a shiny layer of fluid on them, a couple strands linking his fingertips together.&nbsp; He brought his hand to his nose, his upper body leaning over to take a testing smell of the substance.&nbsp; It smelled strong, musky, and earthy.&nbsp; Before he knew it, his lips parted and his tongue was out.&nbsp; He swiped a fingertip with the small pink muscle to savor the taste and sate his curiosity.&nbsp; It was just as thought it would be.&nbsp; Salty, strong, and woody.&nbsp; He'd never had anything like it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ciro</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 03:45:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Orrick took notice of the young man’s trance like state after he took hold of the throbbing shaft, but the laguz was not in much better shape as he was staring at the young man’s hands intensely. With Garen’s other hand teasing the sac just below, Orrick’s juices were stirring in him and throbbing. The strong earthy smell of his juices filled the air as they could not be fully contained. When Garen began to move along the shaft, they oozed from the head and it wasn’t long to Garen’s hands were coated in it. Orrick groaned deeply between strokes and even dared to close his eyes in pleasure, but each time they popped open and focused their attention. He didn’t seem to want to miss a moment of what was going on. However, just as he was starting to throb in the young man’s hands, he stopped. <br><br>Orrick watched intensely as the young man brought his hand to his noise. The musky liquid on it shimmered in the low light and was clearly visible. Not that Orrick needed to see it. The smell was very distinguishable and as the young man’s lips parted to taste it Orrick licked his own lips. The sexual energy manifested in such an act drove the laguz forward so that his own lips parted to lick the other side. The salty, woody taste danced along his tongue as he ran it through Garen’s fingers with ease. Then he moved past the fingers and licked Garen’s lips a few times as he entreated entrance inside the man’s mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Legend of the Devourer (Ryven &amp; Ciro)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 01:08:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Garen was a little startled to see the Laguz lean forward and begin to lap at the other side of his hands.&nbsp; The red tongue lapped over each inch of skin, seeking out every droplet of fluid he'd accumulated in his stroking and kneading of the throbbing member between Orrick's thighs.&nbsp; The cat-man was still not sated with such an act.&nbsp; Pushing the young man's hand aside, he leaned closer, tongue licking the boy's lips now.&nbsp; The human gasped in surprise only to have Orrick seize the opportunity to invade Garen's mouth with his&nbsp; tongue.<br><br>"Mmgh...mmmf..."&nbsp; Garen groaned out pleasantly, his arms encircling the large man.&nbsp; Whilst never breaking the kiss, the human inched forward on Orrick's lap, pressing their chests and abdomens together, fur meeting smooth flesh, cock crossed with cock.&nbsp; He could not describe it, but he was enamored with the Laguz warrior.&nbsp; His taste, scent, and touch tingled all of his senses.&nbsp; The young man pulled back, uttering a single whimpered word.&nbsp; "O-Orrick..."&nbsp; He spoke, nearly inaudibly, his mouth striking its own quick blow as he found the thick muscled neck of his companion and began to lap and nibble there.&nbsp; Arms wrapped around a thick torso, fingers rubbing the sweat dampened flesh of Orrick's back as the boy explored more of the freely given flesh before him.<br><br>Neck led to chest and chest led to stomach.&nbsp; Over the course of many minutes, Garen had lapped almost all of the muscular, hairy expanse of Orrick's torso.&nbsp; His tongue dipped into the red fur surrounded belly button, his lips shimmering in the dim light with his own saliva.&nbsp; He played further with the flesh until the sticky, wet head of Orrick's erection bumped the bottom of his chin.&nbsp; Garen looked down in surprise, seeing the Laguz's sex face to face now.&nbsp; A small string of precum connected his chin to the oozing slit.&nbsp; A feeling overwhelmed him, and before he could think further, his tongue slipped out and gave the head a single swipe, scooping all the warm liquid from it.
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