A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 & Mac84)
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				Title: <strong>A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 00:51:36</strong>
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				(http://tigerpanzer.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/Tiger_Panzer_Tank_Straighton.jpg)<br><br>December 1943. Deep within the USSR. The battle of Stalingrad is in full swing. The Invasion of the Soviet Union by the Forces of Nazi Germany had wore on since 1941. At first it seemed that the Germans would sweep aside the Red army as easily as they swept aside the rest of Europe. Causalities were numbered in the Millions by the end of Operations. Majority of the losses suffered by the Red Army.&nbsp; <br><br>From a large opening, a beast lurked. Looking at the collapsed buildings all around him. the constant din of gunfire, Aircraft, and the screams of the Dying echoed into the night as he scanned his area. "Panzer Vor." (Tank forward)" He called down into the turret. Just beneath him, the 60 ton behemoth stalked forward as it moved from it's concealed position inside a blown out building. What emerged was one of his Country's most Feared Weapons. The Panzerkampfwagen Mk VI "Tiger" Tank. It was one of the largest tanks ever produced. It's 88mm gun could easily destroy any tank on the field. Coupling that with superior optics. The German crews could put rounds on target from beyond the range of their closest rival. Its armor was so thick, enemy rounds have been witnessed to simply bounce off. It's steel skin was colored in White and Green for winter camouflage with a black "13" emblazoned on its side. A faded Rose on the Left side of the turret giving the Tank its distinct nickname, "The Rose Tiger". It continued to roll cautiously down the boulevard. For in this war, It was easy for the Hunter to be come the hunted.<br><br>Unteroffizer (Sargent) Hans Friedrich continued his vigil. Aware that he could be moving himself into the cross hairs of a sniper. At 5'11" tall. he was taller than the average Tanker. He held the respect of his crew. Men that he commanded and fought along side for years now. His blond hair kept trimmed as his piercing blue eyes looked through the swirling flakes of falling snow. He pulled the Greatcoat around him tighter, trying to stave off the icy wind as it seemed to cut right though the heavy fabric. His Athletic build working overtime to keep his body temperature stable in this harsh environment. Puffs of white billowed out from every breath he exhaled into the waning light of the day. the Wind picking up as the temperature dropped with the receding light.<br><br>The Rose Tiger was part of a much larger panzer force moving through the City, but was caught in an ambush. Surviving members of the Red Army had rigged a Building to explode and fall right on top of them. Hans ordered his tank's crew to perform evasive maneuvers at the sight of the falling Building. While he managed to keep his tank and crew safe. He was now cut off from the others. Hans swallowed thickly as he sat down into the turret and close the hatch. trying to keep what little heat the tank possessed within. Jamming his nearly frozen hands into his armpit. he cursed softly. Wishing he and his crew could be someplace much warmer. The Others laughed. So far, they haven't encountered any others, Friend or Foe. Hans contemplated firing off a flare, but was hesitant. To do so would attract friends, but it will also attract the enemy as well. pulling out his map, he tried to find their location. Using his best guess. he gave course corrections to the driver as he stood back out of the Hatch. <br><br>The Tiger was approaching an intersection when Hans ordered a hasty halt. His ears picked up another sound aside from the Tiger's rumbling Maybach motor. Straining his ears, his eyes grew wide in recognition. The easily discernible drone of a Russian T-34. Turning his head one way and another he tried to determine where the sound was coming from. However, with all the Building around it was difficult as the sound echoed off the surrounding surfaces. He prayed that the enemy tank was not coming upon them from the rear. "Fritz, Prepare an shot." Hans called down to his Loader Fritz. "shell ready." Fritz called back. Having loaded the large 88mm tank round into the breech. Looking up, Hans saw the T-34 come from the Left side of the intersection just in front of his Tiger. He couldn't believe his Luck. A side on shot at less than point blank range. They also didn't seem to notice them. Hans waited till the Tank was directly in front of His Tank. "Fire the Cannon, Johann" Wolfgang shouted to his gunner, Johann. The 88mm gun fired. Rocking the Mammoth tank back on it's suspension. The Round slammed hard into the side of the Russian tank. Causing the T-34's turret to pop off as flame engulfed the tank. "Good Hit, Johann" Hans shouted excitedly. that was another tank chalked up to the Rose Tiger. <br><br>Their celebration was cut short though. Three More T-34s burst into the Intersection and started bearing down on the Tiger. Wilhelm, or "Willy" to the rest of the crew, and the Tank's Driver, instinctively read Hans's mind and began to reverse the tank to prevent the Russian tanks from getting a opening to the Tiger's less armored sides. Hans gritted his teeth and brought up his arm across is face as the three T-34s shone their high powered Spotlights on the Tiger. Effectively blinding the crew. "Shit, this is not good" Hans hissed. He may get one of the tanks, but the other two would surely put rounds into him. As he considered his options. the Wind began to pickup sharply. Becoming a nearly deafening howl. the Snow obscuring the visibility. Hans couldn't see beyond the tiger's turret, let alone its cannon. The Spotlights seemed to get larger and Brighter. Hans figured that the Russian tanks were closing in for the kill.<br><br>Hans drops down into the Turret, yanking the hatch shut tightly. His mind racked feverishly as he thought of an escape. "Willy, Full Reverse!" He called out. "Yes, Sir!" Willy acknowledged as he gassed the large motor only to hear something that made everyone's spirits drop to the pit of their stomachs. The Maybach HL230 P45 V-12 engine sputtering, and stalling out. Silence...no one moved as all sound seemed to have been banished from the universe. After several long minutes Gustav, the Radio operator/hull machine gunner, was the first to speak. "A-are we dead?" He asked. If they were, that must have been the most painless death one could experience. The others looked around. Hans rolled his eyes, "I'll take a look around." He grunted. Standing up he opened the Commander's hatch. What greeted him was not the snow covered desolation, and crumbling urbanscape of a war torn City, but a majestic forest towering up above them. A emerald canopy of leaves becoming a thick roof over the Tanker's heads. Golden shafts of sunlight peeking in from the holes in the canopy. A pleasantly warm breeze caressed Hans's cheek as he looked at the new scenery around him. He blinked, as the only evidence of their previous location was the built up snow, and dangling icicles on the hull of the tank. "Where are we?" He mouthed.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 03:42:54</strong>
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				Joren was tired, he had been running for days with no more&nbsp; than a few short hours with worth of rest with the only food and water that he had being whatever he could forage in the short and rare moments when he had time to do so. He was terrified of pursuit and as such had been sticking to the thicker foliage of the forest in order to make pursuers follow him on foot instead of horseback. He was beginning to reach the end of his physical endurance. He hadn’t seen any sign of pursuit for a while not but he still could stop to rest there was too much of a risk.<br><br>he knew he should stop and stop but he couldn’t, no he wouldn’t stop. He refused to stop and give those that might be following him a chance of recapturing him. He refused to go back and face the constant pain and terror.&nbsp; He would rather die than to let that happen again.<br><br>He was afraid of what the remnants of the group of slavers that had him before would do to him if they found him. He had been being held by these slavers on the way to a large city in the north where he could for a profit but he had gotten lucky. The slavers had been attacked by group raiders that had attacked the caravan in the hope of being able to turn a quick profit from their coin purses. The attack had given them chance to escape and he had taken it. He had been sold to the slavers by a group of bandits that the slavers had regularly done business with. Those bandits had raided his town and had taken away everything he had ever known. They had shattered his life, taking away all the good things that he had taken for granted and instead replaced it with terrible pain and constant terror.<br><br>He shook his head in an attempt to clear his head of the memories of the things they had done to him. He needed to focus on the present and what he could do in order to survive. Spotting a clearing up ahead which meant the potential for food and water, he moved to the edge of it as silently as he could, hiding in the remains of the thick foliage that surrounded the clearing. Where he took a look around the clearing. He had looked around too fast it seemed as the sudden made the too tight collar that adorned his neck constrict hir breathing for a moment making it difficult to breathe, a&nbsp; reminder of his previous position.<br><br>Spotting what appeared to be some sort of monument.&nbsp; No, he though after examining it for a moment, it appeared to be some kind of carriage or machine.&nbsp; That meant people and people meant the chance of being discovered and returned to the slavers in an exchange for a reward. He had learned from his experience with the slavers that people were filled with nothing but cruelty and doing whatever they could to make their own lives better. Watching it for a moment he was soon proven right about the presence of people as what appeared to be some kind of strange elf peaked its head out from the inside of the machine. <br><br>He would need to go around he decided with some kind of strange elves around he would need to avoid it even if it meant forsaking the chance for food and water. Taking a step backward in order to begin his journey along the edge of the clearing, he failed to notice the large branch behind him which let out a loud crack that could be heard clear across the clearing and by any nearby that were listening. Deciding that his best chance to avoid detection would be to remain still and hide, hoping that the strange elf would ignore it or fail to notice him in the brush.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 05:03:55</strong>
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				Hans was looking around at the small clearing that he, and his tank, found themselves in. The trees looked different. large leaves, about the size of palm leaves, swayed in the breeze. These were trees that shouldn't be found in Russia, particularly not in the dead of Winter. Silence of this forest was broken by the sounds of birds whose calls would be more suit to exotic locals. The snow, and Ice was slowly starting to melt off the tank into puddles on the ground. "Stay inside. Keep the hatches closed." He stated as he climbed up completely, and out of the turret. Hans had to shed his heavy wool Greatcoat as it was too warm to wear. Leaving him in his normal grey uniform. On his waist was his Walther P-38 Pistol, and a knife with a sharply tapering double edged blade. Hans's heavy boots gave a dull thump on top of the turret as he walked around the parameter. He craned his neck to try and get the best vantage point as possible. There was something that was painfully obvious. Where ever they were, they certainly was not in Russia anymore. <br><br>Hans head snapped up with he heard a sharp crack. They where not alone in the Clearing. He instantly took a more defensive stance. His eyes instantly began to scan the edge of the clearing and the foliage. It was Dense, a perfect place for an infantry man to hide. Hans thought about returning to the safety of the tank, but his curiosity got the better of him. What made that noise? He slowly walked to the edge of the Turret and slipped down to the hull. From the Hull, he slipped down onto the ground. The Soft soil cushioned his heavy boots as the tall grass rustled slightly. Coming up to the top of his Calf length boots. Hans slowly began to move from the Tank towards the direction of the sound. His blue eyes focusing into the foliage. His Hand hovering over the flap of this pistol holster. However, another sound would interrupt him. It was the sound of someone, or someones crashing through the foliage rather clumsily. <br><br>"Blast! Where did that cub go?" One tall elf growled as he broke into the clearing. He was followed by two others. They were Elves. Very similar to humans, but their physical build were more slender. Their Skins more of an ash color than the multitude of colors Humans come in. With Angular cheek bones, and long slender knife-like Ears protruding from the sides of their skulls. "We lost em'. Rothbart is not going to like this." Another rather obese one stated. "And What? Go back and Tell him? Are you willing to replace that slave?" The First one barked.&nbsp; Their Language was close enough to German that Hans could reasonably understand them. "No, but I think I see someone who will." The obese one stated as his beady eyes fell upon Hans. "Oy, you're right. He would fetch nice price." The First one stated. The three had completely overlooked the rather Massive Tiger Tank in the clearing with them. Either they were too dumb, or too focused on their prey. The First motioned for the others to spread out to try and encircle Hans. <br><br>Hans just glared at them unafraid. They were chuckling to themselves as they produced shackles to bind Hans's hands and Feet with. Slowly they began to approach. Passing in front of the Tiger as they closed around Hans. However, they failed to notice something. As they passed in front of the Tiger, the turret began to move. Slowing it was coming around as the large Cannon was tilting downward. "Say, what are you?" The obese elf demanded. It would appear that Humans were unknown in his world. The Third Elf stopped as he heard something creak and looked over and saw that the Muzzle of the Cannon was pointing in line with Him, and the obese Elf. "Say...Was that thing always like that?" He asked. He was ignored by the other two whom wanted to quickly capture Hans and return back to the camp. They stopped when Hans Raised his Right hand. "Oy, what's dat you doing dare?" The Tall Elf asked. Hans didn't answer, and simply dropped his hand. The very next moment the peace of the forest was destroyed by the most horrific sound that has been heard in this world. From the Front of the Tank's Turret next to the Cannon, the Co-axially mounted MG-34 Machine gun Fired. <br><br>MG-34 Firing:<br>Girl firing with mg-34 (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E077zJzzi38#)<br><br>The Bullets ripped through two of the slavers and tore them apart. Their Screams were drowned out by the chatter of the machine Gun. The bullets continuing on to cut apart a tree that lay beyond the two slavers and it fell with in moments. The First Slaver was shocked beyond reason. He stood there quaking as he watched his companions be turned into jelly. Looking back at Hans, he saw that the Person was holding something. Hans had drawn his pistol and had aimed it at the Lead Slaver. The Slaver looked deep into Hans's eyes and found no remorse, nor mercy. Hans's eyes were cold. Hans squeezed the trigger as he fired his pistol. The 9mm round slammed hard against the Slaver's forehead, causing the head to snap back as his body went limp and collapsed onto the ground. <br><br>Walther P-38 Pistol:<br>(https://encrypted-tbn3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS7mqseXKEHzmZ8TrAnwO7ix2acGNvmj-ug9BPXKp2BtK8yyRlbXA)<br><br>Hans simply snorted as he holstered his weapon. Looking at the bodies dispassionately as if he was merely putting down a rabid dog. Hans let out a soft breath as he turned back towards the Bushes. "You can come out. They are dead, and I have no reason to hurt you so long as you mean me no harm." Hans called out. He knew someone was out there, watching.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 06:01:09</strong>
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				Joren watched as the elven slavers stumbled out of the woods and began speaking to the other strange elf that had come out of the machine. He couldn't hear what exactly the elves had been saying but he got the gist of it when the slavers brought something out, while he couldn't see what the elves had brought out experience told him that they were probably shackles and that they were about to try and capture whoever the other elf was. He was so caught up in the scene between the slavers and the odd elf that he failed to notice that the machine had moved.<br><br>He was shocked and a little horrified by the sight of the slavers being blown apart as the tank opened fire, but at the same time he couldn't help but feel a little vindicated by the death of the people who had taken so much from him.<br><br>When the strange elf was the only person who remained standing and turned towards him Joren’s heart almost stopped. He had just seen what the strange elf and that machine could do. He stepped out from his hiding place afraid that the elf would turn that machine on him.<br><br>As he stepped out his body tensed and ready to run at any sign that the elf might turn on him, his eyes watching the elf and his machine warily. The fact that the elf whoever he was had killed the slavers earned the elf his respect but despite that, Joren still wasn't convinced that the elf would help him, after all he was collared as a slave and a slave was a prized commodity in the area. He didn't want to trust the elf but he was left with little choice in the matter since the elf had that strange machine with him. He just had to hope that he wasn't exchanging one horror for another.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 06:39:49</strong>
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				Hans's eyes narrowed as a Form seemed to emerge from the foliage. However as the light of the sun came streaming in through the Canopy and fell upon the new person. Hans's eyes grew wide at what he saw. He never seen anyone like this in his entire life. He blinked as his mind tried to process it. Bright golden hair arrayed in a wild fashion, bright green eyes, the body covered in fine hairs in the colors and pattern of a Tiger. Large ears protruding from his mop of hair. The look on Hans's face was now confusion. He turned to the single slaver who's body was intact enough to see some details. He saw the knife like ears and the strange facial features. Everything was telling him that they were not in Russia. <br><br>Hans Turned back to the person and his eyes. There was something about those emerald green orbs that really caught Hans's attention. He slowly approached to get a closer look. he kept his hands away from his sides to show he was not a threat. "Hello?" He said softly. Not trying to startle this strange Tiger-Person. Hans was able to come within a few feet, and he stopped there. He didn't dare approach any further at this point. He looked over this person standing before him again. Like before those eyes seemed to draw his. Hans's cold blue eyes softened, and seemed to warm up as he looked into Joren's eyes. Hans then looked towards Joren's neck and saw the heavy collar clamped tightly around it. Hans could see the Skin looked Chaffed and raw from the constant contact. He scowled at it. The Collar looked horrendously ugly. Particularly on this person. It almost appeared to be a sin to try and collar such a creature. Hans slowly reached out and took a hold of the Lock. It was made of a crude iron. "Let's get this off of you." He spoke before Turning. "FRITZ, BRING THE BOLT CUTTERS!" Hans Ordered. <br><br>From the Top of the Tank, a smaller rectangular Hatch opened as another man appeared. "Yes, Unteroffizier." He called out. "Bring some water too!" Hans added. Fritz came trotting up to Hans and stopped when Hans motioned for him too. It would appear that the boy was skittish, and Hans didn't want to scare him more than he already has. Fritz handed Hans the Bolt cutters first. Hans placed the shank of the lock in between the Jaws of the Bolt cutters and squeezed. With a soft grunt, the tool easily cut the poor quality Iron. The Lock fell to the ground with a dull thud, and almost immediately after the collar joined it. "Here, Water. Drink." Hans stated as he passed a Canteen of water over. "I am Unteroffizier (Sargent) Hans Friedrich of the German Army, 33rd Panzer Division. Who are you?" Hans asked softly. Fritz standing a few feet away still.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 16:09:46</strong>
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				Joren stared back as the man came forward to look at him, noticing the strange round ears instead of the normal knife ears of the elves. Joren allowed Hans to come closer as it seemed like the man wasn’t going to do anything to harm him just yet. Joren found his eyes drawn to Hans’s eyes. There was something about the eyes that held him still as Hans grabbed hold of the lock that held his collar in place. When Joren heard the man say he was going to remove the collar, he couldn’t believe it. He was still in a kind of stunned disbelief as Han’s ordered the other man to bring him bolt cutters and water. <br><br>Joren watched as the new man appeared out of the machine, wary of some kind of trap but the thought of cool water and the chance of the collar that had plagued him for so long was about to be removed held him place. Despite that Joren felt anxious as Han’s brought the bolt cutters closer to his neck in order to cut the lock.<br><br>When the lock fell to the ground and the collar with it Joren reached up to touch his neck in order to reassure himself that it really was gone. When Hans offered him water, Joren accepted and then quickly took a couple of steps backward to put him out of reach of Hans and the man he called Fritz. Joren drank the water first before answering doing his best to not gulp the water down as he possibly could. He knew the water could be drugged or something similar but it didn’t make sense to Joren for Han’s to have removed the collar and then drugged him. When Joren finished the water and savoring the feeling of the collar no longer constricting his throat as he swallowed, he answered Hans keeping his voice soft in order to try and hide some of nervousness. “I’m Joren Koeller. I am, no, I was,” He corrected himself, “a slave on my way to be sold to a city north of here, by those elves there.” Joren said looking over at the elf that was still mostly in one piece. After a moment of silence, he asked quietly with his tail twitching nervously, “What are you and how many are there of you?” Joren wanted to know how many men he would need to keep an eye out for in case these people turned hostile.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 20:08:18</strong>
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				As Joren took the canteen, Hans took a step or two back to give the person his space. It appeared that the person hadn't drank anything in a long time. Hans didn't press for the answer to his question, figuring that the person would answer him after he was finished. Fritz was even further back holding the bolt cutters as he waited for Orders from his Commander. Inside the tank, the others where trying to see what was happening. Johann's arm was a bit sore from hand cranking the Turret. Gustav, and Willy sat at their stations. "So, what do you think is going on?" Willy finally asked. "I don't know. Apparently Hans is talking with someone." Gustav stated as he tried to see what was going in through the side periscope, but everyone was at the far edge of the scope's vision. None of the others disobeyed Hans order to keep the hatches closed. They trusted him, as he demonstrated his desire for their safety early on in their career. <br><br>Hans shifted his stance a bit, moving from one foot to the other as This person finished drinking the water in the canteen. While Fritz seemed to be surprised that he finished the entire canteen, Hans wasn't as surprised. He nodded as Joren introduced himself, and explained that he was a former slave to the people that Hans had slaughtered, and that he was to be sold on the slave Markets in a city to the north. Hans's jaw tightened at the revelation as he felt an anger started to build in the pit of his stomach. Hans hated the idea of Slavery. It always made him feel very angry. When Joren asked who he was, Hans took a breath to banish his anger and focus on the task at hand. "We are Humans." Hans stated matter of factly. At first he thought it was an odd question, but looking back on the event of the past couple of minutes. It wasn't necessarily a far fetched notion. "There are Five of us Total...That we know of." Hans stated. He then turned and brought his fingers up to his lips. He let out a high pitched whistle. Quickly multiple hatches opened as three more heads poked their heads out. "Ah Fresh air!! It taste so good!" Gustav declared as he stood up out of the Radioman's hatch. <br><br>The three other men climbed out of the tank and stood by it. They were all dressed similarly to Hans, and Fritz. Dull Grey cotton tweed uniforms with tall boots. The look on them said that they hadn't had a chance to bath in a couple of days as everyone had some stubble on their faces. "This is the crew to my Tiger Tank. There isn't anyone else." Hans told Joren. Hans took a moment and looked at Joren's clothes. they looked like they were on the verge of falling apart. "Johann, Fetch me my spare uniform top." Hans called out. Johann instantly came to attention and scrambled back up to the top of the tank, and bent down into the Hatch that he, and Hans share to get in and out of the tank. He would reappear a few minutes later and come trotting up to Hans with a grey uniform blouse in hand. "here you go, Unteroffizier." he stated as he handed the shirt over. "thank you, Johann." Hans stated as he then turned back to Joren. "here, you can wear this if you like. My apologies for not being completely clean." Hans stated as he offered the Clean(er) shirt to Joren. While it wasn't stained, it did have a strong scent of Hans natural musk on it. "Will you please answer my questions?" Hans asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 01:01:19</strong>
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				Joren listened attentively as Hans explained to him what Han’s and the others were. Noticing, the large breath the man emitted after Joren had explained what he was. He wasn't entirely sure what the Hans seemed so angry about, whether it was the fact that he had just rescued a slave or whether it had been at the idea of slavery.<br><br>When Joren heard that there was only 5 of these humans in total, he was relieved. He was confident that he could lose them in the woods if he was forced to run.&nbsp; He could tell that it had been awhile since the humans had bathed and they smelled a bit. Not, that he was one to talk, he didn't exactly smell like roses either, the slavers had never given him a chance to bathe and the slavers had worked him hard while they had been traveling.<br><br>Joren was surprised, however when the man had offered him a shirt. He had gotten so used to wearing these rags that he had forgotten about them. Grateful, he accepted the shirt, and removed his own raggedy shirt, putting on Hans’s spare uniform. The uniform was a little too large for Joren and he could smell the man’s scent on the shirt. Joren didn't mind the smell though. He actually liked the smell a little bit. It was also far more comfortable than his previous rags had been even if it was a uniform.<br><br>“Thank you for the shirt and the water.” Joren said with genuine gratitude.&nbsp; “I’ll answer whatever questions that I can.” He couldn't see the harm in answering a few questions for these humans and they had given him a descent shirt and some water. That was far more than anyone else had given since he had been captured by the slavers.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 02:37:16</strong>
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				Hans, and the others turned around as Joren removed his top. It wasn't that they were bashful nor ashamed. They were merely being respectful to the young tiger-person. After a moment or two, Hans turned around and regarded Joren. Yes, the Blouse was larger than needed, but it was certainly better than what he was wearing, and on some level, made Joren seem cute. "You're welcome, Joren, and thank you for your willingness to cooperate." Hans stated with what was his first smile of the day. the smile on Hans's face instantly took all the edge away from his features. Before Hans could ask though there was some sound of cursing in the back. Willy had decided to clear some of the snow and Ice from the front of the Driver's viewslit. "Damn snow. Why in the hell did we get shipped off to Russia of all places. Why can't it had been Italy. I love italian food." the tiny Driver grumbled. Hans couldn't help but chuckle at the display. Willy pushing large clumps of unmelted snow off the front hull, and onto the ground, as well as break some of the icicles off. "Calm yourself Willy. the Snow, and Ice will melt when they are ready. Just relax and enjoy a moment of peace that we are not being shot at." Hans called back lightheartedly. <br><br>However, the scene drew Hans attention to the gory scene of dead bodies. If they were looking for Joren, there was probably others. That, and didn't seem right to simply part company now that Hans, and the others interceded. "Perhaps...this isn't the place to be discussing matters." He stated as he looked at Joren. "I don't know if their will be others after you, and we can use a guide as it is obvious this world isn't our own." Hans stated. "In return we can offer protection, and transport." Hans offered. that was one question he didn't need to ask was whether or not they were in their own world. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 04:08:09</strong>
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				Joren watches Hans’s face as he breaks out into a smile, thinking that Hans looked nicer when he smiled. Joren’s ears twitched at Willie’s comments distracting him from Hans’s smiling face. He turned to observe Willie removing the snow and icicles from the machine. Not completely understanding what Willy was saying but getting the basics of it.<br><br>Joren was absorbed in the scene and examining the strange machine when Hans’s mentioned that other slavers would probably be after him. It made Joren stop and think about the future. He hadn't thought about the other slavers chasing after him since he was only one slave but enough slaves had been lost during the attack they would have sent more than just a single hunting party out to look for them.&nbsp; While he was lost in thought he heard Hans’s offer of traveling with the tank crew. The offer had startled Joren. He hadn't even considered traveling with them. He was hesitant to join the group the group after his previous travels with the slavers but he did need protection from pursuers. He couldn't survive on his own forever and the slavers would eventually capture him if he didn't find some kind of sanctuary. Hans and his crew had already saved him once and proved that they could keep him safe. They also hadn't done anything to harm him yet.&nbsp; Joren could do worse in his search for sanctuary and he didn't actually have a plan. All these points led Joren to one conclusion it was in his best interests to travel with the tank crew as their guide. “That sounds fair,” Joren replied still a little hesitant,“and I don’t have anywhere else to go. I accept your offer.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 05:17:10</strong>
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				Hans wasn't surprised that Joren was a little hesitant to accept the offer. Hans would be too if he was in Joren's shoes. though when the young Tiger Person accepted, Hans rewarded him with another bright smile. "Good." He stated though a part of him felt saddened when Joren stated that he had no where to go. Hans could easily relate to that as he was without a home as well. He gave Joren a nod before giving him a gentle pat on the head. "thank you Joren." Hans stated before he turned to address the others. "Ok, we are now 6! Joren here, agreed to be our guide." Hans called out. The others approached and introduced themselves. "I am Johann, I'm the Gunner on the tank crew." He stated as he gave Joren a slight bow. Fritz was next to introduce himself. "I am Fritz, thank you very much for your help. I load the 88mm gun. I also fire the Co-axial gun mounted in the turret. I hope I didn't scare you too much." He said warmly.&nbsp; Suddenly a large lummox burst forwards. "Hey, I am Gustav! do you guys have any good beers here?" He asked energetically. "Gustav here is the&nbsp; crew's radio man, and hull machine gunner." Johann stated with a hint of frustration as he lightly bopped Gustav on the head. Which resulted in Gustav giving Joren a sheepish smile as he was pulled back by Johann. "Willy, come and introduce yourself to our new friend." Hans called out. Willy looked up and appeared quite shy at first. He slowly approached. A bit unsure of himself. "Um...hello, I am Wilhelm, but everyone just calls me Willy. I drive the "Rose Tiger". he Stated a bit sheepishly. Then Hans turned back to Joren. "I'm Hans, and I command this motley lot." He stated, though there was a definitely pride in his voice. "Come, let's get Moving." Hans stated as he, and the others started to approach the Tank. <br><br>Hans, and his men easily climbed the sides of the behemoth and shimmied their ways back into the tank. Hans stood upon the back deck and was fishing for something out of the turret. It was his Great coat. He folded it over as he set it down on the top of the Turret. "here, something for you to sit on as we go. The inside is too cramped to have passengers,&nbsp; I apologize about that." Hans stated before he slipped into his Hatch, but unlike the others. he stay half in and half out. That way, Joren wasn't out in the open by himself. <br><br>Hans waited till Joren let him know he was ready before "Ok, Willy start her up!" Hans ordered. "Roger UnterOffizier!" Willy called back as he flipped the switch. The Maybach engine started to spin over with a dull chug. At first it didn't seem to want to catch. However, after the second or third try. the Engine caught and set a shutter through the rest of the tank. Willy continued to fiddle with the choke knob. Since the engine had been running before, they didn't have to wait for it to warm up. "Panzer Advance!" Hans called out. The Engine spooled up as puffs of black smoke billowed out of the exhaust stacks at the back of the tank. With a loud clunk as Willy pulled the transmission into first, the 60 ton Tiger took its first "Steps" in an alien world. Soon they were traveling at a good pace over the rough and uneven terrain. The torsion bar suspension easily absorbing the bumps. Hans then turned and leaned against the Hatch and looked at Joren. "If you don't mind. Can you please tell me about yourself, and this world? What do you call yourself, what do you call your people?" Hans asked. <br><br>Tiger Starting up:<br>Tiger Tank Engine Sounds, Maybach HL-230. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhA51aL6euQ#ws)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 07:11:38</strong>
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				Joren looked up at Hans glad for the warm smile. The only smile he had received over the past few months from the slavers had been cruel ones as they discussed how much they would sell him. The following pat on the head however caused Joren to flinch. The flinch was an automatic reaction at this point a habit he had picked up from his treatment at the hands of the same people who gave him their cruel smiles.<br>Joren listened attentively as Hans’s crew members began to introduce themselves. He was overwhelmed a little from the various unfamiliar words and terms relating to the tank but otherwise Joren thought that Hans’s crew seemed like decent people. <br><br>Following Hans and the rest of the crew to tank, Joren watched the crew easily climb into their positions, their experience with the tank obvious to Joren. He followed the crew upwards awkwardly clamoring up the unfamiliar machine. Once, he reached the top of turret sitting down where Hans had carefully laid out the great coat. Upon hearing Hans’s apology, Joren gave the soldier his own small shy smile as he replied, “It’s alright. No need to apologize besides sitting inside with 5 others would probably make me claustrophobic.”&nbsp; After getting comfortable Joren turns to Hans and lets him know he’s ready, curious about how this tank would move. The rumble of the tank as it started up and began to move gave Joren quite a surprise. After his initial surprise wore off he watched fascinated as the ground began to go by at a steady pace, his tail waving back and forth idly.<br><br>Listening to Hans’s question, Joren took a moment to compose his answer before replying, “To start with our world is simply called Terra. It’s filled with many different races, canines, felines, equines, elves and various others. Within each race lies various species for example I’m a feline, but I’m also a tiger while another might be a feline leopard or lion.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Joren pauses his explanation in order for Hans to process the information before continuing on about Terra. “The land of Terra is divided into various countries and kingdoms, though most owe their allegiance to one of the three greater kingdoms, Clearwilde in the west, Janham in the north and Erihall in the east. The only exception that truly does not belong to either side is the great market city of Osthill which lies on the borders of the three kingdoms and is typically used as a neutral meeting ground between the three great kingdoms. While the general rule of thumb is that each kingdom and city is filled with a relatively even mixture of the different races with some having slightly higher concentrations of certain races simply because those of the same race tend to flock together. Erihall on the other hand tends to have a considerably more elves than the other kingdoms.”&nbsp; Joren is careful with his explanation making sure to explain the larger aspects of Terra hoping to distract Hans from noticing that he was avoiding mentioning his own past as he didn't want to think about it at the moment.<br><br>After Joren finishes his explanation about Terra he asks Hans, “What about your own world? What is it like? Is it very different than this one?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 16:21:39</strong>
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				Hans felt a twinge of guilt seeing that he didn't help Joren up onto the tank. he was so used to climbing it by himself that he simply forgot that he had a new person among them. He smiled seeing the shy smile that came across Joren as he stated that Hans's apology wasn't necessary. That look seeming to make Joren seem rather adorable. "That you are correct. It can feel a bit claustrophobic, but you forget about that when someone is attacking you." Hans stated. Though he would watch as Joren seemed fascinated with how the Tank operated. As they lumbered down the road, the other crew opened their hatches to get some fresh air moving through the tank to air it out. Hans thought that Joren's tail flicking about was rather cute. Had he been able to look over the side, he would have seen the Road wheels on the mighty Tiger tank fluttering over the road. <br><br>Hans listened intently as Joren told him of the world known as Terra. Of its three principle Kingdoms and the various races that were mixed in within those kingdoms and countries. Hans nodded as he understood that one tended to gravitate towards of like appearance and disposition. Hans did notice that Joren didn't talk about himself personally and decided not to press the issue. It was Joren's business and Hans didn't have the right to pry. Hans would stroke his stubble strewn chin as he processed the information. Thankful for the breaks that Joren took to give Hans time to understand the material. "Thank you for explaining that Joren." Hans stated. <br><br>Like Joren, Hans took a moment to figure out how to word his explanation. "First off, We call our world "Earth". Like yours, it is broke up into many countries over 6 Major Continents. The Continent that my men and I are from is called "Europe", and our Country's name is "Germany"." Hans explained. My world is only populated by humans, but we come in different races, and colors, but beyond subtle differences we basically look the same." He explained.&nbsp; Though for the next part, Hans became quiet a moment. As if he was debating on telling Joren. After a minute or so, he let out a long sigh. "My World is at War. Conflicts broiling over every major continent, and our seas..." He stated heavily. "Our war machines fight on land, on the seas, and even in the air." He continued, though this next piece was going to be hard to admit. Would Joren want to break company with them right then if he knew? Hans cast his blue eyes down to the white painted turret. "My people...started the war." He admitted shamefully. After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "All I wanted was to protect my loved ones, but since that was taken from me. I want to simply return my crew back to theirs." He stated as he looked ahead down the road they were traveling. <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 18:43:44</strong>
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				Joren listened carefully as Hans explained the world and the state of that world in which he lived.&nbsp; Joren didn’t really belief Hans when he said they fought in the air. Joren simply took that fact as an exaggeration. Only bugs and birds could fly, everyone else was stuck on the ground.<br>&nbsp;<br>As Hans continued to explain and mentioned that his country had started the war, it left Joren in confusion. Hans and the others seemed like good people. Joren didn’t think that they would be able to do such a thing as start a war.&nbsp; He didn’t have all the facts at the moment so he didn’t know the reason why Hans’s country went to war maybe they didn’t have a choice or his country’s leaders made him and his people go to war there was so many possible reasons that Joren couldn’t judge the country. Besides that world was far away from here and he could only judge Hans and his crew about what they had done here since Joren had met them here in this world. They had been kinder to him in the short that he had known him than anyone else had been to him since being kidnapped and that made them good people in his eyes.<br>&nbsp;<br>Then Hans mentioned that his loved ones had been stripped from him despite his efforts to try and protect them. Joren could relate as just a few months ago, he’d had everything in his life striped from him. He knew it hurt to talk about such things and he was glad that Hans had told him. It helped Joren understand this strange soldier who had suddenly appeared in this world.<br>&nbsp;<br>Joren paused before responding thinking about what exactly to say after Hans had finished speaking. “Well, what happened in your world doesn’t really matter at the moment. You’re here now. We should try and focus on getting you and your crew home.”&nbsp; He didn’t know what he would do when the others left but he would cross that bridge when he came to it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 20:27:16</strong>
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				Hans looked up at Joren when he spoke. His words were surprisingly wise. "Yes, you're right Joren. While it is good to remember the past, it is not good to dwell on it. We must learn from our mistakes and carry on." Hans stated with a bit more cheer to his spirits. Though not all "Mistakes" came simply be forgotten. For the Time being, Hans took his own advice to Willy and enjoyed the peace of this world. The Thick canopy of the forest overhead giving the entire world a soft Glow as the sunlight filtered through the leaves. Hans turned to Joren with another smile. "Thank you Joren. That helped a lot." He stated. <br><br>"Unteroffizier, I see a clearing ahead." Willy called out. "It looks like there is water as well." Gustav added. Hans pulled out his pocket watch, and saw it has been a couple of hours since they started traveling. "Pull into the clearing, We'll use the opportunity to stretch our legs." He stated. There came a round of cheering from the rest of the crew. Turning to Joren he spoke. "This will be a brief stop. So we can refill canteens, perhaps grab some lunch before we set off again." He explained. A few minutes later, the Tank pulled off the road and came to rest in the clearing. No sooner than it came to rest than Hans was up and out of the turret. "Fritz, Refill the Canteens. Johann, stand guard. Gustav get some of the food we have ready to eat. Willy, You, and I will look over The tank, and make sure she is running right." He called as the once noisy clearing fell to silence as the Tiger's engine was shut off. <br><br>"Please Relax Joren." He said with a smile before he hoped down to the back deck and began pulling up Panels. Revealing the large Motor and internal working parts of the tank. Though he had to move boxes that the Tank had been carrying. It could be a fortuitous thing that Hans's Tank was made the Column's Pack Mule. Having to carry several large boxes that the crew wasn't sure what they contained. This would make an excellent opportunity to find out what's was in them.<br><br>Tiger's Engine compartment: <br>(http://www.discountwar.com/images/boomingisland/toy/JSI-TIGER-4.jpg)<br><br>Johann walked the Parameter of the Clearing with an MP-40 Submachine gun. Hans stood up and nodded in approval. The Engine was in as good a shape as can be expected. "Very Good Willy." Hans stated as he stood up. Gustav was fumbling around with the rations kits as Fritz came back. "Hans!" Fritz called out. Hans looked at his loader from the back of the tank. "yes?" He asked. "Hans, Can we take a quick bath? The creek is large enough." Fritz asked. Hans thought a moment, and then Nodded. "Ok, Get freshened up. It would be good not to smell you lot coming." Hans teased. Fritz's face lit up in excitement, and ran to spread the news. Hans then hopped down and walked towards. Johann. "Why don't you freshen up as well." He stated. "What about you Hans?" Johann asked. "I'll take my bath after you all. Someone has to stand guard after all." Hans stated. Johann didn't seem too convinced, but nodded anyways. "here you go then. So far, nothing is out of the ordinary." Johann reported. Hans nodded as he took the Submachine gun. "Ok, enjoy your bath." Hans stated.&nbsp; <br><br>MP-40 Submachine gun:<br>(http://olegvolk.net/gallery/d/40078-4/MP40_5514.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 01:20:13</strong>
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				Joren gives Hans another small smile, glad that he could help Hans in some way. When Hans calls the tank to a stop in the middle of the clearing to allow everyone to stretch their legs, Joren scampers down the side of tank after being told that he should relax. He hadn’t had a chance to relax properly in a long time and he was going to make the most of this chance. He had liked sitting on the tank and letting the wind hit his face and watching the ground go by but the hard metal armor of the tank wasn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to sit on. Finding a spot on the ground covered in soft grass, he lay down on his back and closed his eyes. Just enjoying basking in the sun and letting his body truly rest for the first time since he had escaped from the slavers.<br><br>Joren heard one of Hans’s crew members, Fritz if he remembered right, mention taking a bath and thought that it sounded like a good idea but he would go&nbsp; take one later. Right now he just wanted to lay back and try to put all of his worries out of his mind. He needed this, a chance to recuperate after everything that had happened.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 02:34:07</strong>
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				A bath seemed exactly what the doctor ordered. The water was clean and cool while the sun was bright and warm. The Tankers eagerly stripped down and dove in like a bunch of school boys on a summer day. With the water, they could feel their worries melting away. It also did wonders for how they smelled. A small bar of soap being passed around as everyone scrubbed themselves down as much as possible. While they bathed, the also did their laundry. Trying to get their uniforms as clean as possible. They would drape them over the cannon later to dry. However, young men being what they are. Bathing quickly deteriorated into horse play as the Tanker began to splash one another. Laughing as they did so. Hans just rolled his eyes with an amused smile upon his face. Hans would see Joren laying in the grass as well, apparently following his suggestion. Hans was happy that Joren could take a moment and breathe.&nbsp; <br><br>Soon enough the tankers were laying out either sunning themselves and drying off as best they could before fetching their other set of uniforms from the tank. "Here, Unteroffizier. Why don't you go and wash up. I'll stand watch." Willy stated. "Thank you, WIlly." Hans stated as he passed on the Submachine gun. Making his way down to the Water, Hans stopped at the tank and picked up a shaving. The Major had ridicules grooming standards so Hans had to be in top form when he was around. Once he reached the water. Hans began to strip down out of his clothes. His body was toned, and athletic. Fair, as he spends much of his time in heavy uniforms. Though there was a long jagged gash across his back. From his Left shoulder diagonally to his right hip. The warm sun felt wonderful on his bare skin as he waded into the cool waters. <br><br>as he got about waist deep, he dunked himself in suddenly and came right back up. The Water cascading down over his body. "God that feels good." He gasped as he felt more awake, and refreshed than he had in a very long time. moved out enough to wear the water was more Calf high. Taking the soap he scrubbed down his entire body. Getting as clean as possible. After another dunking, he moved over to a large flat Rock where he had set his shaving kit. Hans wished he had hot water, but there was no helping that now. Carefully he shaved until he was properly groomed once again. Taking a small pocket comb. He brushed his hair back in to place and looked at himself his reflection in the water. He gave an approving nod. <br><br>Feeling the warmth of the sun upon his damp skin was delicious. He stretched and laid out on the rock and let himself warm up, and dry off naturally. Laying on his back, Hans actually had very little hair on his body. Aside from the hair on his head. His Armpits were relatively clean as well. His manhood was nestled comfortably in a golden forest of curls. Hans closed his eyes and thought of peaceful times, and a mysterious lover that he had yet to meet. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 04:05:13</strong>
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				As Joren lay back he could hear the tank crew rough housing in the nearby stream as they bathed. He was glad that they could have fun even lost and far from their home as they were. He could hear them just as clearly as they left the stream and Hans switched places with them. The fact that everyone other than him had bathed meant that he now stank when compared to the soldiers. Joren knew he really needed to bathe but at the same time he was so relaxed that he really didn't want to get up.<br><br>Joren sighed as he got up deciding to go ahead and take a bath before he accidentally fell asleep. He moved over towards where Hans was laying back and drying off. “Excuse me Hans.” He said quietly before borrowing the soap. After picking up the soap he moved a little bit further down the stream then the others. Normally, he was self-conscious about the new scars that littered his back beneath his fur. Most of the time they couldn't be seen beneath his fur but when he got wet his fur clung to his body and the scars became visible. Once, he got far enough away that he thought the scars wouldn’t be visible to the others if they observed him; he removed the clothes he was wearing, carefully folded them and set them off to the side. He slowly walked into stream enjoying the feeling of the cool water on his body. Carefully, scrubbing himself in order to make sure he gets off all the dirt and grime that had accumulated since he had last taken a bath, the trail of freshly healed scars that covered Joren’s back becoming visible as he did so.&nbsp; His front was relatively unscathed as the slavers had been careful not to damage the part of the merchandise that buyers liked the most.&nbsp; Dunking himself a few times afterwards to rinse himself off and to finish waking himself up.<br><br>Finishing, he climbs out of the river and lies down on the bank in order to lets the sun dry himself off. He enjoyed the fact that he was finally clean after being covered in dirt and sweat after all his time on the run.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 04:59:16</strong>
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				Hans jumped a little as he heard Joren quietly speak to him before taking the soap. Hans was a bit modest about his body so he instantly covered up his manhood as he looked up and saw Joren moving down stream. "Don't go too far." Hans called out. More concerned about dangers that he didn't know about this world then the ones he did.&nbsp; &nbsp;He laid back down and closed his eyes for a few minutes, however, worry quickly was starting to nag at him. Worry for their new friend. So Hans sat up and looked down stream where Joren was suppose to be. However, he didn't see anything. He gasped and was about to shout when Joren burst from the water. From then Hans was transfixed on the young Tigerboy. He blinked as he watched him. Though he quickly noticed something when His eyes found Joren's back. While the body was far enough away for the others to have not noticed the scares on his back. However, Hans eyes were quite sharp. They had to be as it was his Job to find the enemy tanks to direct his Gunner. Hans grimaced as he grew worried. His own hand finding its way to his left shoulder to feel the beginnings of the large scar across his back. <br><br>Hans slipped off the rock and and started to get dressed. He walked up to the tank and pulled a medium sized metal box from one of the storage compartments. It was a first aid Kit. Hans, and his crew found an old "First Aid" Manual and he thought it would be good if he, and his crew were at least familiar with First aid to help the medics, and each other. Hans, taking the box, walked down the bank where Joren had laid out in the sun. Hans quietly knelt beside him and opened the box. "Show me your back, Joren. I want to make sure your injuries are healing properly." Hans stated. His voice filled with concern for the young man. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 06:26:35</strong>
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				Joren was startled when Hans suddenly asked him to see his back, flinching just a little. He’d been so focused on the feeling of the sun on his body. Joren had thought that he had been far enough away but apparently he hadn’t. “My back is fine Hans. They’ll heal in time.” He argues even as he rolls over to show his back to Hans. Joren’s back was crisscrossed with various scars freshly healed and older scars from the cruel lashes of the whips. The lashes had come just as often for the cruel pleasure of some of the slavers as much as punishments for imagined infractions of the rules they had laid down on the slaves. The lashes had cut his spirit just as much as they had cut his body, knowing how helpless he was before them.<br><br>&nbsp;Joren hadn’t wanted anybody to see them. He just wanted to forget about them and what they represented. He was afraid of showing anybody those scars of his. He didn’t want the others to look at him with pity especially not Hans. He just wanted to be treated like a normal person after everything that had happened to him. If he was honest with himself, he was ashamed of his scars. “Hans, please just leave it alone. I’m fine” he continues to argue a small amount of desperation leaking into his voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 15:32:50</strong>
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				Hans could understand if Joren was embarrassed about his scars, and the memories attached to them. Hans's scar was like that too. It was a memory of the scariest time of his life. A time when his eyes were opened for the first time to the world. He never felt more scared in any other point in his life. However, he was worried that Joren's wounds may have been infected. So he was thankful that Joren did show him his back even if he protested about it. The scars did look painful, and it made Hans angry that people would do such things to each other. Course, he had absolutely no room to speak considering what he, himself, has done. That was darkest time in Hans's life and one that will haunt him for the rest of his days. <br><br>Hearing the desperation in Joren's voice Hans nodded. "Ok, I am sorry. I was just worried, Joren." He explained. Before he left he pulled out a small tin with salve. The Markings having long since worn off. "Here, if they ever start to hurt. This should help." Hans explained as he set the tin on the ground by Joren. "Come eat when you're ready." Hans offered before he returned to the group. <br><br>Gustav had pulled out six creme colored cardboard box. Each box was only 6X5 inches, and carried an entire meal in it. Within was a Fruit bar, a chocolate bar,&nbsp; a can of biscuits (crackers), caramel Candies, and Cigarettes. It was modeled after the US "K" Ration kit. So it was a step up from the German's original Half-Iron, and Full Iron Ration. He started to pass them out. Each man opening their Ration and started to pick what they wanted to eat first. Hans took the fruit bar, and crackers and would eat them together. Johann decided to smoke a couple of the Cigarettes first. Hans didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but let the others smoke if they wanted too. Any way they could find to relax was sorely needed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 16:54:36</strong>
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				After Hans had left, Joren got up and slowly got dressed, the temptation of food drawing him away from his relaxed position. He felt guilty for the way he had acted when Hans had come over to check on him. He knew that Hans had just been worried but he had just reacted. He hadn’t wanted Hans to see them. Joren hoped that Hans wouldn’t look at him differently now that he knew about the scars.<br><br>Joining the group he sat down and investigated the box of rations. He wrinkled his nose a bit at the scent of the cigarette smoke,&nbsp; as he began his investigation but he wasn’t going to complain since these people had done so much for him and didn’t want to interfere with their relaxation. He picked out the biscuits first as they were the most familiar to him of the food choices within the rations. He picked out the fruit bar next as he could smell the familiar scent of fruit after he had opened it. Before beginning to eat Joren quietly spoke to Hans looking a little ashamed, “Thank you for caring. I’m sorry that I acted the way I did. I just didn’t want anyone to see the scars.” After he finished speaking he began to eat.<br><br>He ate slow not wanting to upset his stomach do to being so long since he had last had a proper meal. Finishing the first two items, he began to examine the sweets. The chocolate bar was the first of the sweets he decided to examine. Breaking off a small piece of the chocolate bar, he stuck it in his mouth to taste it. The chocolate was the sweetest thing he had eaten since before he had been captured and he quickly began to eat it a blissful look on his face as he did. He ate the caramels next savoring the taste as he did so. Finishing the food and leaving the cigarettes alone,&nbsp; he let out a happy sigh and lay back. Enjoying the sensation of being full for once.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 17:43:57</strong>
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				Hans gave Joren a soft smile when he apologized. "Please don't think anything of it, Joren. I was in the wrong for approaching you like I have. I can understand how you're feeling. About the Scars I mean." Hans stated as he shifted a bit so that a screw in the road wheel wasn't poking him in the back. Hans watched over his crew eat, as well as Joren. He let out a soft chuckle seeing Joren nibble on the chocolate before devouring it. That happy look on his face was worth any trouble they had. "It would appear that Joren has a sweet tooth." Gustav playfully teased, giving the Tiger Boy a broad grin. "Don't tease him, Gustav. There is nothing wrong with a sweet tooth. I seem to remember you have a thing for taffy." Hans stated with amused smirk. "Here, You can have my caramels. I never fancied them as they get stuck in my teeth." Hans told to Joren as he had the paper tube filled with the treats passed over to Joren. <br><br>Once everyone finished their meal. Hans stood up and retrieved a stack of envelopes from within the tank. "Mail Call." Hans declared as the others sat up excitedly. "You know the drill. you have a moment to read them then you share." Hans said as he called them out by names. Johann, Gustav, Wilhelm, and finally Fritz. "Phew, Fritz. you need to tell your "Phantom Lover" not to use so much perfume. I think it may have rubbed off on me" Hans said as he handed out the letters. However, there were no letters for Hans. Once the letters were passed out, Hans came and sat beside Joren. "Mail call is when we receive Letters from home. It is always looked forward to. I have everyone read their letters aloud so that they share a bit of home. They are free to keep certain parts private though." He explained. Soon Willy Stood up and cleared his throat. "Well, Ana sends her regards and best wishes. She is very excited about the up coming wedding once the War is over. She is asking me what flowers to have at the wedding though." Willy said a bit puzzled. The others looked at Hans expectantly. Hans shook his head with a chuckle. "I'll would go with Red and White Roses for "Unity" and Hydrangea for "Perseverance" in the Rough times.". "See! Hans would know. Him coming from a family of Florists." Gustav proclaimed. There was bout of laughter as Gustav read his from his Wife. Apparently, His 3 year old daughter was a handful as he passed the pictures of her around. they were small black and white pictures. perfect to fit in a pocket. Showing a tiny cherub faced girl with the biggest grin on her face. Large fluffy curls framing her face. There was a sadness in his eyes when the pictures finally made it back to him. He was sent to War right before she was born. He never even had a chance to hold her. "Don't worry, Gustav. I'll make sure you get home to hold your child." Hans consoled. Johann was next. "Gertrude sends her regards and says for Hans to hurry up, and settle down. A Tank does not make a good wife." Again the circle erupted in laughter as Johann continued.<br><br>With Fritz, he simply sat and looked at his letter. "What's wrong Fritz?" Hans Asked concern in his voice. Fritz just shook his head as he crumpled up the letter. Now the others were concerned. "S-She decided that she couldn't wait for me. That to lay awake at night fearing for my life and whether or not I was going to die in Foreign fields was too painful." Fritz said as he drew up his knees to his chest. Burying his face in his arms. Hans came to his side and put his arm around his shoulder. "I am sorry Fritz. I truly am." Hans spoke quietly. He hated for any member of his crew to feel pain. the others closed around to offer their encouragement and condolences. After a moment, Hans returned to Joren's side. "Mail Call is always looked forward to, but sometimes...the news isn't always good." He stated softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 19:55:19</strong>
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				A small blush of embarrassment crept up Joren’s cheek from Gustav’s comment, despite that he happily accepted the caramels from Hans and ate them while listening to the members of the tank crew. He noticed that Hans didn’t receive any letters and was about to ask why, before he remembered Hans saying that he had lost his loved ones. Listening to the letters, Joren laughed with the others as they read their letters making a mental note to himself that Hans came from a family of florists after the reading of Willie’s letter. As Gustav’s pictures of his daughter came round. It made Joren remember some of the good times he had with his own family. It caused a pang of sorrow to strike him as he missed them but at the same time the memories created a small feeling of warmth and happiness inside him as he remembered. Maybe the slavers hadn’t been able to take everything he thought to himself. With the reading of Fritz’s, Joren felt sorry for the man though he didn’t go up to him like the others. He felt like he didn’t know Fritz well enough to say anything. When Hans returned and sat next to him and talked up mail call some more, Joren sat and listened watching the others. Except for the reading of Fritz’s letter, the mail call had been good for Joren to listen to, it had if only for a short time made him forget his terrible experiences with the slavers.<br>&nbsp;<br>As Joren watched the others he became lost in thought as it finally occurred to Joren how far away from home Hans and his men truly were. Joren wasn’t sure how he could help these people but he’d find a way for these people to return home one way or another. Loved ones were the most important things in the world; he knew that even if he had lost everything just a short time ago. Joren wondered for a moment if Hans had anybody waiting for him in the other world.&nbsp; From everything that Hans and the tank crew had said it didn’t sound like he did but there was no way for Joren to know for sure without asking and the thought of asking that made him uncomfortable for some reason.<br><br>After a few moments when Joren snapped out of his thinking he asked Hans, "What do you plan to do when you go back to your world?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 20:56:43</strong>
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				It was truly a odd image to contemplate. These German tankers were some of the most feared, and hated people on the planet, and yet...They were human. They had human Fears, human desires, Human dreams. The five of them lounging in the presence of one of the fiercest weapons of WWII. It was almost a example of opposites. The men continued to lounge some more as Gustav continued to looked at the pictures of his daughter. "She has your eyes, Gustav." Johann stated. "Hey! Don't curse her like that." Willy jabbed. "Yeah, I know I am not the easiest to look at. So she has to take after her mother." Gustav laughed. The tankers chuckled as they enjoyed their time of peace. Even Fritz laughed, he was quite good at bouncing back. <br><br>Hans looked over at Joren as he asked him what he had planned. Hans blinked a moment. "Probably continue to fight. There isn't anything else there for me except more fighting, and lost memories." Hans stated softly. "Nope...Absolutely nothing at all." He stated as Hans then clasped his hands behind his head and laid back into the grass and looked at the azure skies. The clouds passing overhead lazily. Hans took in a long deep breath and let it out slowly. "What about you, Joren? What are you going to do <em>if</em> we find a way back?" Hans asked. His soft blue eyes Finding Joren's green ones.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 21:59:13</strong>
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				Joren was saddened by Hans’s response to his question. Hans was a good person and he deserved more than just war and loss in Joren’s opinion. It wouldn’t be fair for such a kind person to have nothing but war while their were slavers in this world that could make such a good living out of cruelty. Pondering Hans’s question he answered, “I’m sure you’ll find something more than war when you go home Hans. As for me I don’t really know what I’ll do once you all go home. I don’t have any place to return to so I’ll probably travel to Osthill or some other city and try to find some work.” Joren said. It would be difficult for him to find good work without any money. He couldn’t afford an apprenticeship so he wouldn’t be able to find real well paying job. His best bet would be working somewhere as a servant or a job at a tavern. That was if slavers didn’t pick him up again while he was traveling but he didn’t want to think about that at the moment. He didn’t want Hans to worry so he said nonchalantly and gave Hans a small smile, “I’ll find something, so don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” Joren turns his eyes from Hans’s kind blue eyes back to watch the clouds as they went by his smile fading as he did so as he begin to serious wonder what would happen to him after Hans and the others went home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 22:36:05</strong>
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				Hans looked at Joren as he stated that Hans would find something, and explained his plans for when they parted ways. Hans kept a soft smile, but worried about Joren none the less. His thoughts actually mirrored Joren's on the possibility that Slavers may try for the young Tiger-boy again. A anger stewing deep within at the thought that some one wanted to hurt this Boy. Hans felt a pain in his heart as Joren stated he didn't have anyplace to return either. Hans intimately understood how that felt, and how lost one could be without something to anchor them. Hans wanted to tell him that he will succeed. That he had faith in Joren, but thinking about parting ways saddened Hans. He didn't voice this though. He simply stared at the sky again with Joren. <br><br>Hans allowed everyone about ten minutes to rest, and relax. Letting their food settle before he stood up. "Alright. Let's get back on the road. I want us to make some more progress before night fall, and we have to make camp." Hans stated as he stood up and dusted off his trousers. The other men quickly good up and cleaned the area. Climbing back onto the tank and to their stations. However, Hans lingered behind, and stood beside the tank. He was waiting on Joren. Remembering the difficulty the lad had last time. "Here, Let me help you up." He offered, but before he did. Hans whispered in Joren's feline ears. "I promised to protect you, and I will. I won't leave until I know you are safe." Hans stated as he placed his hand upon Joren's head. His Hair felt so soft to Hans touch. Hans gave him a warm smile filled with conviction. "I won't abandon you, Joren." Hans promised. letting his hand slide down the side of Joren's head in an what felt like an affectionate stroke. "Ok, Up you go." Hans chirped as he squatted down a bit and interlocked his hands together to form a step for Joren. <br><br>The Tiger's engine rumbled back to life as looks looked to Joren to see if he was ready. "Ok, Willy. Take us out." Hans called out. The Tank rumbled back onto the road and quickly gained speed. The Trees, and ground rushing past them once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 01:50:38</strong>
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				When Hans said it was time to go Joren stood up and stretched before walking over to the tank. He was about to accept Hans’s offer, Joren stopped in his tracks as Hans whispered he would protect him. For a moment Joren considered pulling away when Hans placed his hand on Joren’s hand and gently stroked his head. After losing everything just a short time ago it was hard for Joren to believe that Hans was going to stay and protect him.&nbsp; Being touched like this was difficult for Joren to comprehend after his constant beatings at the hands of the slavers. He knew he needed to start trusting others again; maybe Hans was the one who could help him with that. Coming to that conclusion, he stayed still as Hans gave him an affectionate stroke. When Hans knelt down to help Joren up onto the tank, he quickly accepted and climbed up onto the tank with ease thanks to Hans’s help.<br><br>Sitting in his previous spot he nodded to Hans to show that he was ready before the tank began rolling again. “Thank you.” Joren said softly unsure about how else to respond to Hans’s words. Joren sat in silence for a while after Hans’s words, watching the terrain go by lost in thought. Joren was confused by what exactly was going on. He didn't want to be a burden to Hans and make him stay if he didn't want to. Joren hadn't known the tank crew very long but he could tell that they depended on Hans and the letter reading earlier had shown that they had loved back at home. He didn't want to responsible for them staying and being separated from their loved ones. Turning away from the scenery he watched Hans.&nbsp; Joren observed Hans and pondered on Hans’s words from earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 02:16:30</strong>
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				"You're welcome." Hans chirped, though he didn't realize that Joren was thanking him for more than the simple boast up. The Tank continued to lumber along on the trail. Gustav had taken falling asleep as Fritz, and Johann started playing a card game they made up. Wagering the sweets from their next ration for the prize. Hans mean while kept a sharp eye out for any threats to the tank. For the most part, he was quiet and focused. Ever so often he would bring up his binoculars and peer down the road for through any thinning of the trees for anything out of the ordinary. As they were rounding a bend, Willy saw something in the road obstructing it. It was a very large tree. It laid completely across the road, blocking it. By the looks of things had fallen because of a bad storm. "Unteroffizier?" WIlly called out. "Forward!" Hans relied. "Roger!" Willy called back. Hans extended his arms to Joren. "hold on." He instructed.<br><br>Willy gassed the throat a bit before pulling the tank right up to the log. At first glance, it would appear that the tank was going to simply push the tree out of the way. However, a moment later, the Front of the tank rose up as the steel track clawed into the bark of the tree. The wood snapping and ripping off as the tracks tore into its flesh. The Tank continued to climb as the tree cracked, moaned, and splintered under the tremendous weight of the tank. Up, up, up, the tank went. The canopy of the trees being really the only thing they could see right before the tank crushed the tree, and tipped forward. The front end coming down with a crash. Waking Gustav up with a started. "What the Hell!?" He yelped in surprise, but no one answered him. The Tiger returned to the road and began to accelerate again. Hans looked at Joren and smiled "Are you alright?" He asked.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 03:11:26</strong>
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				Joren had spotted the tree and simply thought they would go around or they would get out and move the tree if they had to.&nbsp; He had not expected them to go right over the tree. As the tank began to go over the tree, Joren’s fur rose up and stuck up on end. He quickly grabbed onto Hans and held on tight as the tank crashed through the tree. The crash jostled him around the top of the tank and if he hadn't been holding onto Hans, he would have fallen off the tank. Calming down with his fur flattening back down, he replied to Hans’s question reassuringly, “I’m alright, just a little beat up I think.”<br><br>Realizing that he was still holding onto Hans, he let go blushing a little. “Sorry about that.” Joren&nbsp; said smiling sheepishly as he continued to blush. Despite the circumstances he had kind of enjoyed holding on to Hans. He had enjoyed the shared warmth between them. “From now on can we avoid driving through trees please or at least let me out and walk until the tank crushes the tree.” He said trying to joke a little while he finished calming down from the surprising incident.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 16:53:11</strong>
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				Hans held onto Joren Tightly as the Tiger easily overcame the obstacle. Stroking the visible fur that Hans could see standing on end. "It is alright." He whispered as they rode out the trial. Though as Hans held Joren, he noticed something. How nice it was to hold him. How easily it seemed that the Tiger-boy fit into his arms, and how natural it seemed that he should be there. Once the tank returned to the road and began to regain speed. Hans eased his embrace just a little bit, but didn't let go. He nodded to Joren when he said he was alright, albeit a little banged up. "I am sorry about that." Hans stated with a soft smile.<br><br>Hans didn't realize that He had Joren still in his arms, but he did notice that Joren had his around him. That made him smile more. He was about to tighten his embrace a little bit when Joren seemed to realize that he was still holding on to Hans. Hans didn't resist as Joren pulled away, and gave Joren a warm smile when he apologized. "Don't worry about it. I don't mind." Hans stated happily. He didn't mind at all to be perfectly honest, he would have liked to have held Joren a bit longer. The Tiger-Boy felt warm, and his fur was actually very soft. It made Hans want to run his fingers through it. Hans grew up in a very loving household. Hugs, Kisses, and tickles were as plentiful as the flowers they sold. Hans was raised to show his loving side to those he cared about, though War had made him reluctant to now. Though there was something about Joren that seemed to reawaken that. <br><br>Hans could only smile and chuckle at Joren when he asked to be let off the next time they had to surmount an obstacle like that. "Ok, I'll try to keep that in mind." Hans replied with a wink. <br><br>Evening started to descend upon them as Hans searched for a place to make camp. The azure blue skies starting to fade into soft oranges and purples of twilight. They found a clearing far enough off the path that they could feel safe. It would seem that they had been following the stream they bathed in earlier as they found it again in this new clearing. "Ok, Prepare to make camp. Johann, Turn the Turret 90 degrees" Hans commanded. All at once, the Turret that Hans, and Joren were sitting on began to turn. the whirring of motors could be heard. The Turret came to a stop when the Barrel was perpendicular to the main body of the tank. Gustav, and Fritz instantly set to work as Willy turned off the engine. Taking a large Tarp they had rolled up and lashed to the side of the tank. They draped it over the barrel of the Cannon and staked it down. There was enough Tarp to form flaps for the impromptu tent. Hans hoisted himself out of the Turret, and hopped down to the ground. He turned towards the tank and called up to Joren. "Would you like help down?" He asked.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 19:46:22</strong>
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				The turning of the turret he had been sitting on had given Joren a breif moment of disorientation but he hadn’t found it to be that bad. When Hans hopped down from the tank and offered to help Joren down from the tank, he had been about to refuse as he could easily do the same. He was a feline after all. He changed his mind though; he had enjoyed being held in Hans’s embrace, it had simply felt right. For a moment before he had pulled away Joren had felt warm and safe in the man’s embrace. He wanted to feel like that again even if it was only for a brief moment.. “Yes,” he replied to Hans’s offer, “I’d like a little help.”<br>&nbsp;<br>Joren smiled as Hans helped him down. Staying close to Hans a little longer than was necessary before pulling away. “Thank you, Hans.” He replied as he began to stretch to work out the stiffness he had gained from sitting on the armor of the tank’s turret for an extended length of time. Joren was starting to feel comfortable and relaxed around the tank crew. While he wouldn’t say that he felt completely at ease, except for maybe those few moments when Hans had held him just a while. It would take some time before he felt completely relaxed around people again but he wasn’t constantly scared anymore and he had been enjoying the company of the tank crew.<br>&nbsp;<br>Once he had finished his stretching and he had a moment to look around this new clearing, the sight of the makeshift tent made him realize how long it had been since he’d had a good nights sleep. While he had been on the run when he’d had time to rest it had only been enough for a few hours of fitful sleep before he’d gotten up and started running again. He was going to enjoy the ability to finally sleep through the entire night without worrying about getting recaptured or having to wake up and start running again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-04-2013, 22:20:02</strong>
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				Hans felt happy, and useful when Joren accepted his help. Extending his arms, he caught Joren into a tight embrace. Once again discovering that warm, and affectionate side of him coming out again. Joren may not have been in a hurry to move from Hans, but nor was Hans in a hurry to let him go. "You're welcome Joren" Hans stated as they finally parted. "I'm going to get a fire going." Hans stated to everyone as he started to pick up dead, and dry wood. Piling them all together before pouring a little extra fuel on them to get the fire started. Within 20 minutes, Hans had a nice easy fire going. The light throwing large shadows against the foliage. <br><br>The other tankers coming around and sat on the ground in front of the fire. Everyone pulled their boots, and socks off in order to air out their feet. If one wasn't careful, it was very easy to get a condition known as "Trench foot". A disgusting disease where the foot starts to rot. Hans seen it a couple of times so he stressed proper foot maintenance with his crew. Hans sat down next to Joren and pulled his own boots off. Using his fingers he gentle massaged his feet to keep the blood circulating properly. "Gods that feels good." He whispered before he stuck his feet towards the fire. <br><br>"Gustav, what do we have for Food tonight?" Fritz asked. "Half-Iron" Rations" Gustav called out. There was a chorus of groans. "Half-Iron" Rations were older Type rations that basically consisted a stack of crackers, and some canned meat. It was always a contest to guess what the meat was. It came wrapped in a waxy brown paper package with the Nazi Eagle, and swastika emblazoned on it. "When can we have steak, and lobster tail?" Johann asked. "When you become Field Marshal." Gustav retorted to which everyone laughed. "When you do become Field Marshal, don't forget about us." Hans chimed in. "You bet your asses I am going to forget about you lot. I swear you made my stint in the army a living hell." Johann bellowed, but there was no malice, or venom to his words. "Well, we try." Hans fired back which got another bout of laughter. <br><br>"Half Iron" Ration<br>(http://reprorations.com/Germany%20WW2/German%20Iron%20Ration%20Hartzweiback.jpg)<br><br>The Food really wasn't as bad as the men were making it out, but it was a way to relieve stress to complain about something they had no control over. The meat was a little salty, but that was so it would keep a long time. "Here, you can have this. It helps to get the taste out of your mouth." Hans stated to Joren as he offered the Chocolate bar from the ration at lunch. As they ate, Gustav would regale everyone with funny stories, particularly now since he had a new audience member in Joren. Surprisingly, Most of Gustav's funniest tales were about Hans continuous war with the Brass (higher ranking officers). While the stories were funny, some of the punishment that Hans endured wasn't. However, it showed how much Hans's men looked up to Hans, and what he went through them. "Yeah, I remember this one time, Hans went to the Major for a "report" during one of his Parties, and while the Major was regaling his party guests about his War victories. Hans stole so much food from the buffet that was laid out, and managed to get it back to us. So we had a feast that night, and shared with a couple crews of Panzer IVs that was attached to our group. The Major was pissed. He figured out it was Hans, and beat him in front of everyone the next morning. He threatened to execute him for it, but We're so low on manpower, he couldn't." Gustav stated before he started laughing. Hans blushed a bit, Gustav's made Hans's pilfering from the Higher ups like grand campaign victories. <br><br>As the meal came to an end, everyone wasn't wholly tired yet. Soon though Fritz started to sing. Everyone looked him a moment, then they started to sing along with him. Their voices deep, and the tune was rather somber, and surprisingly haunting. particularly listening to it with the sound of the crackling fire. Their voices complimenting each other as they lifted their voices up high. The wind gently picked up as the rustling of the trees added to their music. <br><br>The Song The Germans Sang. (Ich Hab Die Nacht Getraumet/ Last Night I had a heavy Dream)<br>German Folk song - Ich Hab Die Nacht Geträumet (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zep8ZFcZztM#ws)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 03:21:16</strong>
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				Joren smiled as Hans sat next to him, watching as he and the others relaxed around the fire. Joren eyed the food a little suspiciously after hearing the tankers’ complaints about it. Tasting it, he discovered that it wasn't as bad as the others were making it out to be and he began to eat. After finishing the Half-Iron rations he gladly accepted the chocolate from Hans, this time taking the time to savor the chocolate. He laughed with the others as Gustav told his stories though the descriptions of Hans’s punishments made him a bit uncomfortable. Joren knew just how much those punishments hurt and he was especially familiar with beatings. His familiarity with the punishments caused Joren to view Hans in a new light; he knew how much it cost to accept those punishments and it showed him how much the tank commander cared for his crew. <br><br>Joren listened to the sound of the others singing, the haunting melody sounding beautiful to his ears.The song reminded him of home, of the harvests, the markets and his lost family. He closed his eyes and he could see the faces of his dead family, his younger sister and his close friends. The images were so close to reality that he could almost touch them. They were good memories and that was what hurt the most, the knowledge that those things were gone and he wouldn't have those things again. When the song ended Joren got up to take a walk.&nbsp; He needed a little time to calm down. His eyes a little wet. The others shouldn't have to see him like that. They had all lost things when they had come to this world and yet none of them were acting like them. He shook his head a couple of tears ran down his face before he was able to stop them.&nbsp; His walk took him to the edge of the stream that ran through the clearing. Kneeling he splashed some water in his face to try and clean up a bit before&nbsp; walked back to the campfire and the others.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 04:27:22</strong>
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				The notes slowly faded into oblivion as the germans finished the old folk song. It helped them to lament. to share their loss without actually wording it. It was something soldiers would learn in battle. To hide the sorrow behind bravado, and laughter. However, every once in a while the Sorrow had to be expressed. Hans looked up as Joren stood up and began to walk away. Hans worried about him, but decided it would probably be for the best if he let the Tiger have his privacy at the moment. Hans turned to the others. "Let's get ready for bed. Usual watch rotation." Hans stated as he came to his feet. Johann grimaced a bit at the orders. "Usual" watch rotation meant that Hans took a double shift so that everyone else could get more sleep. Johann appreciated the sentiment, but he worried that Hans would burn out eventually. Hans picked up his bed roll, and a Sub-Machine gun. He stood at the edge of camp and waited for Joren to return. "Here, You can use my bed roll. I am going to stand guard while everyone sleeps. You should get some rest as well." Hans stated as he held out the bedroll for Joren to take. <br><br>Hans started his guard duty by walking the parameter of the clearing. Using a flash light to see deeper into the darkness than the fire's light would allow him. Inside, the Tent, the other tankers were laying in their sleep roll. "Don't be surprised if you wake up and Hans is snuggling against you." Gustav teased warmly only to be quickly smacked by Johann. "Don't scare him!" Gustav let out a hissing laugh. Johann knelt down by Joren. "Gustav is right though. Hans does have a tendency to snuggle up with people when he is asleep. Normally he'll hold his coat, or a 88mm shell so he won't do it. Though sometimes that isn't enough. Particularly on cool night like tonight." Johann explained. "I am letting you know so you're not taking completely by surprise if in the morning and you find Hans right there." Johann stated. "Good night Joren, pleasant dreams." He finished before he head back to his roll. Gustav's soft snoring was already filling the tent. <br><br>As Hans completed his circuit, He came back and stoked the fire to keep it going. He would then climb onto the top of the tank and sat down. He had a elevated vantage point of the entire camp. His blue eyes scanning as his ears listened. trying to find any threat to his team, and Joren. Hans was deadly serious in his duties as a Commander. He probably took them much more seriously than he should. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 07:23:05</strong>
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				Joren was glad of the time to be alone with his thoughts and memories it gave him a chance to compose himself. He walked for a little while longer and once he had gotten a handle on his emotions he returned to the camp. He was glad to see it was Hans who he met first on his return to camp. Joren accepted the bedroll when Hans handed it to him. The tiger-boy felt guilty for taking Hans’s bedroll and having him stay up to look after him and the others but he was too tired to argue the events of the day and those of the previous days had exhausted him and the thought of Hans watching over him made Joren feel safer. Setting up the bedroll, Joren made sure it was the one closest to the exit so he could run in case something happened, he thanked Johann and Gustav’s for their warnings about Hans’s sleeping habits. As he got into his bedroll, Joren didn’t think Hans’s habit would be much to worry about and if Hans did happen to snuggle him while he was sleeping. Joren didn’t think that he would mind the extra warmth and close contact with Hans.<br><br>Joren closed his eyes and relaxed in the bedroll. It was extremely comfortable when compared to the hard ground and some of the other places he had slept the past few days and Joren soon found himself drifting off to a restful, dreamless sleep. His sleeping face lacking the usual worry that normally showed on it while he was awake, made Joren’s face take on the appearance of childlike innocence as he slept.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 15:10:45</strong>
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				Hans diligently watched over his crew, and new companion. the fire continue to crackle lazily as he kept watch. After a couple of hours, he slipped down off the tank and made his way back towards the tent. He gently shook Fritz as it was his turn to take watch. "Nothing to report. Here..." Hans whispered as he passed the gun, and flashlight. Flitz yawned sleepily as he stood up, and took the offered items. "Gustav will have the watch after you, and tell him that it will be willy after him." Hans stated before Fritz slipped out of the tent. Hans then slowly made his way to then end of the row to lay down. Though he quickly noticed there was a large gap between two of the Bedrooms. Hans let out a sigh as he knelt by Joren. Looking down even the dim light that came from the fire. He could see that peaceful expression on the young Tiger-boy's face. How long has it been since Joren had a peaceful night's rest?<br><br>Hans took a moment to adjust Joren's blanket, and make it was completely covering him. From there, he moved a bit a ways so he wouldn't crowd him, and to avoid embarrassing complications in the morning. Namely, Hans's nightly need to snuggle. Finding a relatively soft patch of grass, Hans laid down, and curled up. For the Tankers, it was a peaceful sleep as well. They didn't have to worry about Russian attacks or sudden artillery strikes. They simply were greeted by the peaceful song of the night. <br><br>Johann would have last watch that night. Part of his duties for last watch was to start the Coffee for everyone. Pulling a coffee pot, Johann started it percolating. As he waited, he ducked back into the Tent to get the rations ready for the morning. However, what greeted him had him chuckling. Apparently Hans gotten cold last night and found a nice source for warmth in Joren. The serene look on Hans's face had Johann smiling. "Hopefully this peace lasts until we can find a way home." He whispered.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 16:31:05</strong>
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				Joren woke up with the feeling of something warm pressed up against him. Still mostly asleep and failing to realize that the thing emitting the pleasant warmth was Han, he snuggled up against the warmth and closed his eyes enjoying the pleasurable warmth. As his mind began to wake up, Joren remembered what Johann and Gustav had told him about Hans’s sleeping habits. Snuggling up against the warmth some more after the thought rose in his mind not quite getting the importance of the thought until a few short seconds when the warmth that he was snuggling up against and the warning about Hans’s sleeping habits clicked in his head. The realization made him stop snuggling up against the warmth but he allowed himself to lie still and enjoy the warmth Hans was giving off until Hans woke and let him go.<br><br>Afterwards, yawning Joren got up and stretched himself like a cat. Sitting down once he had finished he spoke smiling, “It looks like Gustav and Johann were telling me the truth about your snuggling habit. I didn't completely believe them when they told me but I guess this morning proved them right.” Joren hadn't really minded and in fact rather enjoyed being snuggled by Hans but he wasn't going to tell Hans thought. He got up a few moments later blinking at the bright sunlight that signaled another day. The smell of coffee soon got his attention and he went over to join the tankers, getting a cup of coffee as he did so. Drinking the coffee, he opened up his rations and began to look inside; wondering what exactly was in this morning’s rations.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 17:51:20</strong>
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				The other tankers were quickly rousing from the smell of coffee. They didn't pay Hans snuggling up with Joren any mind cause it was such a regular occurrence. They were thankful he found someone new. Hans was a good commander, but he did have his quirks like everyone else. Hans felt so warm, and comfortable. It allowed him to sleep like the dead. The other tanks usually let Hans sleep a little longer considering everything he does for them. They gathered around with their cups ready and still rubbing sleep from their eyes. "So, Hans found another warm body eh?" Johann asked knowingly. "Yup, good thing you two warned Joren last night. At least he would be somewhat prepared." Willy stated as he took his first sip of Wehrmacht issued coffee. It was bitter, but it did the trick of waking people up. After a few sips, one got used to it. Either that or it utterly destroyed their taste buds for a couple of hours. "We'll see." Gustav stated as he took a sip. "Gah, I wish I had some Vanilla creme." <br><br>Hans was slow to awake. The pleasant warmth within his arms, and softness against his face as it was buried into Joren's shoulder was hard to resist. However, the smell of coffee was like a wake up alarm to Hans. Reluctantly, Hans started to wake up. his eyes fluttered open to a set of beautiful Green eyes looking back at him. Hans squinted as he looked at Joren. Slowly his mind clicked and pulled back his arms as Hans's face turned beet red. Hans slowly sat up, and turned away from Joren so he didn't see him stretching like a cat. Had he, he would have found Joren very nice to look at. Hans didn't see Joren was smiling either. All he heard was that Joren was warned by Johann, and Gustav. Hans was mortified, he did it again! "I...I'm very sorry Joren." He stated, feeling like he did something unforgivable to Joren. Like he broke Joren's trust. <br><br>Hans let Joren out of the tent first as he started putting himself together. Rolling up the bedroll and pulling on his boots. By the Fire, Johann handed Joren a cup of coffee, and a ration box like what they ate for lunch yesterday. Complete with fruit bar, and cigarettes. Hans would come out a few minutes later. "Did you have a good sleep Hans?" Fritz teased. Hans's face turned bright red again as he plopped down on the ground next to Johann. Hans quietly ate his ration and drank his coffee.<br><br>Soon, they ready to get back out onto the road. As the Tarp was rolled up and lashed back to the side of the tank, and the others climbed on. Hans stood by the tank and waited on Joren. "Um...would you like help up?" He asked. Unsure if Joren would even want to be anywhere near him now because of what happened that morning.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 19:57:53</strong>
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				Joren ate his breakfast quietly confused as to why Hans was acting the way he was this morning. Joren hoped he hadn’t done anything wrong. Maybe Hans would have preferred to have been woken up or had wanted to Joren and pull away from Hans before he had woken up, instead of relaxing in Hans’s arms. <br><br>When it was time to go and Joren approached the tank, he noticed Hans’s nervousness when he offered to help Joren up the tank. “I would like some help up but you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.” Joren said quietly as he nervously looked down at his feet and his ears drooped a little. “I don’t know if I did something wrong this morning and if I did I’m sorry. If you’d rather I wake you up instead of waiting for you to wake up on your own, I’ll remember that next time.” Joren blushes slightly as he admits the next part, his voice falling to just above a whisper, “The reason I didn’t wake you up was because, I kind of liked it but if you’d rather I do something else instead of waiting just tell me and I’ll do it.” Joren fidgeted nervously as he finished speaking. Joren climbed up the tank into his normal spot, embarrassed by what he had said. <br><br>He hoped that Hans wasn’t too upset by whatever Joren had done wrong that morning. He didn’t think he’d stick around if Hans hated him now. Hans had saved him and his opinion had started to mean a lot to Joren.&nbsp; When Hans had climbed into his position Joren said he was ready and stared out at the landscape, still confused by how Hans had treated him this morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 20:31:19</strong>
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				Now it was Hans's turn to be confused. He thought it was he that did something wrong by clinging to Joren last night. His confusion was compounded by the the admittance that Joren liked being held by him. Hans gave Joren a soft smile as he made the "Step" for Joren to scale the side of the large tank. Hans taking one last look around saw that their campsite was cleaned up, and climbed onto the tank and ordered them out, and back onto the road. <br><br>They traveled for about 20 minutes before Hans couldn't take it anymore. He hoisted himself out of the turret and knelt by Joren. "Can we please talk a moment...in private?" Hans asked as he motioned to the back of the tank. once back there, he sat cross legged on top of the engine hatch. "I am very sorry about last night. I do tend to cling to people when I sleep." He started out. Looking into Joren's green eyes with his soft blue ones. "So you didn't do anything wrong this morning. So please don't apologize." Hans stated. Hans then began to fidget with this fingers. "What you said...that you kinda liked being held by me..." Hans sounded nervous. He scooted closer to Joren a bit so he wouldn't be overheard by others. "I...I really liked snuggling with you." He admitted. "You were so warm, and...and your fur was so soft and smelled so nice." Hans stated, but his cheeks were turning redder by the second. "It was very nice holding you." He stated as he wrung his hands together. "I wanted to say I was sorry, and I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable or confused...I don't want you to hate me." Hans finally said as he looked at Joren.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 01:16:31</strong>
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				Joren followed Hans and sat down at the back of the tank, and looked into his eyes while listening to Hans explain his behavior that morning. Joren was relieved when Hans said he wasn’t mad at him and blushed when Hans said he had liked snuggling Joren. “Hans, I don’t hate you. You saved my life. I’m just glad you’re not angry with me. You seemed to have been avoiding me and I thought that I might have done something to upset you.” He said giving Hans a small smile to show his relief. “Hans, umm… since we both liked the umm… snuggling this morning and the bedroll I’m sleeping in is technically yours anyway and since you’re probably going to end up in the bedroll anyway umm…” Joren turns bright crimson as he tries to get his question out. He continued to stammer for a few moments before he gave up on asking. “Never mind, Hans, just forget it” Joren said embarrassed as he turned away his face a bright crimson. After a few moments when Joren managed to calm down, he turned back to Hans and scooted a little closer to him, simply happy to enjoy his company after the awkwardness of the morning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 04:27:01</strong>
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				Hans felt a wave of relief wash over him as Joren told him that he didn't hate him, or was even mad at him. It would appear that it was one large misunderstanding on both people's part. "I was afraid that I angered you, Joren. So I thought you would want your space." Hans explained to Joren why he was distant at breakfast. He returned Joren's smile, but tilted his head somewhat as Joren tried to say something. Hans shrugged when Joren asked that Hans simply forget the whole thing. Which made him more curious as to what Joren was going to say. However, Hans dropped the issue like he asked. Though, Hans had to admit that Joren looked adorable blushing and acting all bashful. When Joren turned back to Hans, he would see a smiling face. Though that smile broaden when Joren scoot closer. Hans answered this by scooting closer as well till he was sitting right next to Joren. that same warm smile upon his face. "I am really happy that you are not mad at me, Joren" Hans whispered as he took a chance and put his arms around Joren. "You really do have such soft fur. I never felt anything so soft before. Not even flower petals are this soft." Hans stated as he let his fingers feel Joren's fur for a moment. <br><br>The Morning was warm, and the peaceful atmosphere was proving to be too much for Hans as he sat on the back deck of the tank with Joren. Adding to this the relief he felt from their talk, and Hans was finding himself in a losing battle against sleep. He let out a yawn as his head started to droop. His eyes fought to stay open but he couldn't fight it anymore. He leaned against Joren a bit and dozed off. From the Turret, Johann poked his head up to see where Hans gotten too. Seeing Hans and Joren sitting on the back of the tank. He let out a soft chuckle. "He certainly seems attached to you, Joren." Johann chuckled warmly. "I do apologize, but could you please indulge him for a bit. He Works so hard, and I never seen such a peaceful expression on his face." Johann asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 05:57:40</strong>
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				Joren smiled and allowed Hans to wrap his arms around him, snuggling up against Hans as he did.&nbsp; A blush creeping up his cheeks again as Hans complemented his fur. Almost purring as Hans ran his fingers through Joren’s fur. He sat still quietly for a while enjoying the attention Hans was giving him before Joren felt Hans start to lean more heavily on him. The increased weight and the sound of Hans’s even breathing told Joren that Hans was asleep. When Johann stuck his head out the door and apologized for Hans and asked if he wouldn't mind indulging Hans in his habits. Joren shook his head, and replied quietly to avoid waking Hans, “I don’t mind. Besides if I remember right Hans had a double shift last night and I think he’s earned a little sleep.” Joren continued to allow Hans to sleep on his shoulder until Hans woke up. Joren wrapped his own arms as Hans slept and enjoying the weight of Hans’s body on his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 15:29:38</strong>
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				"Yes, he does. He works too hard. I think it may have been a good thing that we ran across you. Thank you Joren." Johann said with a smile as he relaxed to take the watch position. It would seem that Hans was in good hands with Joren. It was a strangely peaceful nap for Hans. The softness of Joren's fur matched with his warmth, and the warmth radiating from the Engine cover cowl. Hans buried his nose into Joren's fur. Taking in the scent that was strangely relaxing. His arms tightening a little bit around Joren. Hans warm breath rolled over Joren's neck, and chest. Hans was very much relaxed and at peace. <br><br>After about an hour, Hans seemed to start to wake up, but it was only a half waking. He looked at Joren with a dreamy smile, and shifted his position. Inadvertently pulling Joren onto his lap as he leaned back against the turret. "Mmm, so soft, and smells so nice" Hans cooed sleepily as he nuzzled Joren affectionately. It was like a child nuzzling a beloved stuff toy. Hans smile widened as he Held Joren tightly to his chest. Nuzzling into his soft fur. Hans seemed perfectly happy to stay like that as his breathing evened back out and he resumed his nap. <br><br>It would be about another 45 minutes before Hans actually started to wake up, albeit reluctantly. His eyes fluttered open as the familiar sounds of the tiger echoed in his ears. However, the sounds were not accompanied by the usual smells, and feelings of hard steel and oil. No, What he smelled, and felt was something completely different. What he smelled made him think of Sunshine, and wind. the feeling was something so soft that it tempted him back to the realm of peaceful slumber. Though his body told him it was time to wake up. He nuzzled the softness a few more times before he full opened his eyes and saw striped fur. Blinking, he raised his head and saw that he was sitting on the back of the tiger with an adorable Tiger-boy on his lap. He gave Joren a sheepish grin. "I did it again, didn't I?" He asked though he wasn't easing his embrace of the boy, and looked he wasn't going to anytime soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 17:54:16</strong>
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				Joren was lulled into a type of half sleep by the peaceful sounds of the morning and the warmth of having Hans wrapped around him. So Joren was caught by surprise when Hans pulled him into his lap. When Hans started to nuzzle him, Joren lay back against him, rolling his neck to the side to allow Hans to nuzzle the base of his neck. As Hans’s breathing evened out, Joren figured that he wouldn’t be moving anytime soon so he closed his eyes and relaxed letting the feeling of Hans’s warmth surrounding him lull him back into the half-asleep state that Joren had been in before.<br><br>As Hans awoke 45 minutes later and started nuzzling Joren again, Joren began to slowly return to full consciousness.&nbsp; When Hans asked if he had snuggled Joren in his sleep again, Joren slowly nodded his head, and replied still not completely awake, “ mm… Yes, you did.” Joren snuggled a little deeper into Hans’s embrace. Sitting in Hans’s lap was extremely comfortable and Joren was in no hurry to leave Hans’s embrace as he continued to hold Joren. After he had woken up a bit more, he asked “Hans are you always that affectionate when you snuggle as your sleeping? If you are I’m a little surprised that I didn’t wake up last night.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 19:33:20</strong>
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				Hans felt a shiver of Delight, and pleasure wave over him as Joren snuggled deeper into his embrace. To which Hans answered by embracing Joren to his chest tighter, and in a very protective manner. If anyone were to look in their direction. It would have looked like Hans was trying to protect Joren with his own body. For Hans though, it felt very nice to be snuggled by Joren and to hold him in his arms. Hans did notice that Joren didn't seem incline to leave his company so Hans was more than willing to accommodate the young Tiger. <br><br>Hans blushed some more when Joren asked if he was this affectionate with this affectionate when he snuggled with someone. "I...I don't think so. I don't believe so. I haven't told if I did so I would say "no"." Hans replied. He was fairly certain that was the truth. He thought that the others would tell him that if he did nuzzle them. Though a part of him was hoping very much that it wasn't the case. "I honestly think the only person I been this "Affectionate" with is you, Joren. Hans stated as his hand started to stroke Joren's long hair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 20:45:44</strong>
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				Joren began to purr softly as Hans began to stroke his hair. Joren felt happy that Hans hadn’t been affectionate with anyone else. It made Joren feel special. As he continued to sit in Hans’s lap, he wished that this moment could last forever.<br><br>However it was not to be as Joren sniffed the air, he could smell something that seemed to be coming from in front of the tank. Reluctantly climbing out from Hans’s lap, Joren got up and moved to the front of the tank in order to investigate where the smell was coming from. When Joren got to the front of the tank, the first thing that he spotted was a little smoke coming from what appeared to be a small town. The second thing he spotted was line of horses and a group of elves entering the town. The horses and the elves entering the village seemed familiar. As the tank got closer to the town, Joren realized why the horses and the elves seemed familiar as he began to notice what looked like a large amount of chains and shackles near the horses. “No...” Joren whispered, it was the slavers who had attacked his home. “Hans!” Joren called out, fear creeping into his voice. “I think you need to come and see this!”<br><br>As Joren watched as the attack began, the memories of the attack on his own village. When Hans came forward to see what was happening, Joren crept behind Hans as if trying to hide from the scene that was appearing in front of them and the memories. Joren could hear screams but he wasn’t sure if they were coming from the town being attacked or his memories. Joren was terrified, the slavers had returned and they were going to try and take everything from him again. He began to tremble as he continued to watch. He didn’t want to lose everything again, he didn’t want to be a slave again. The thought of that happening again made him whimper quietly. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 21:37:08</strong>
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				Hans smiled as he heard Joren purr. He wanted to stay like that for a long time as well. Joren felt good on his lap. Having Joren sitting in his lap the way he was had Hans have a stirring somewhere below his belly button.&nbsp; However, it wasn't going to last much longer. It would appear that Joren's sensitive nose, and ears picked up something that Hans's couldn't. Hans released him as he scrambled over the turret to the front. It would appear that they came out of the forest as Hans, and Joren were busy snuggling. The tank was approaching a rise where they had a view of some flat land. Willy slowed down as he saw the smoke in the distance. Willy couldn't see the town or the Slavers. <br><br>Hans sprang to his feet when he heard Joren call for him. He easily crossed the turret and straddled the massive 88mm gun. "What is it Joren"? He asked as he came to the Tiger's side. Hans looked at Joren as he tried to shrink behind him. It was obvious that the Tiger-boy was scared. "Glasses!" Hans barked. Johann tossed him a set of binoculars. Bringing them up He could see the town, and the slavers. He felt his anger returning as he squeezed the scopes in his hands. "Willy!" Hans called. The Hatch by his left foot opened. "Yes Hans?" He asked. "Take us in. We're putting a stop of this!" Hans growled. All the tenderness was gone from his voice, and his face hardened. Turning to Joren, Hans placed his hands upon his shoulders.&nbsp; "I need you to get inside the Turret. You'll be safe there. Everything will be fine, I promise." He told the Tiger. <br><br>Inside the town, it was utter chaos. The towns folk were reeling from the surprise attack from the slavers. Bathos was a peaceful town known for its natural hot springs bath. The Towns population consisted mainly of Kyn-Folk, or people with animalistic traits Joren. The Elf Slavers chuckled as they were snatching people and throwing them into chains. However, their claim of victory was premature. Activity seemed to stop when a new sound permeated the air. A horrific roaring noise along with the clanking of metal. It sounded like something big was approaching. <br><br>From one of the Main roads, the Tiger entered the city. Hans was poised in the commander's hatch. The slavers stopped what they were doing to look at this steel clad interloper. That would prove to be fatal as Fritz, and Gustav opened up with the tank's Twin twin MG-34s. The Machine guns instantly began tearing the slavers apart, and gave the towns folk something else to fear. Hans wasn't doing any introductions or rhetoric. He was determined to wipe the Slavers out. The same slavers that dared to hurt Joren, and destroy his life.<br><br>The townsfolk could only huddle together and watched this metal monstrosity massacre those that would enslave them. However, they feared what this thing wanted with them. Were they saved, or was their new fate far worse than their old. Once the Slaughter was finished the Tiger came to stop in front of the huddled, and shackled town folk. Hans could see they were scared out of their mind. Some looked on the verge of cardiac arrest. He dropped down into the Turret and gave Joren a smile. "We got them, Joren. They won't hurt anyone ever again." Hans stated. "Can you talk to the Towns folks? I am afraid I may only do more harm than good." Hans asked Joren. Fritz moved so that Joren can get out through the Loader's hatch.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 23:04:13</strong>
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				Joren climbed into the turret reluctant to part from Hans but obeying nevertheless. Joren crouched down once he was inside, his ears pressed down against his head in an attempt to block out the sounds of the roaring gunfire. He wasn’t sure what was going on but he hoped that the slavers were getting everything they deserved.<br><br>When the gunfire ceased Joren stood up and allowed his ears to slowly sip back into their normal position. He was relieved and he smiled when Hans came down into the tank and told him that the slavers were dead. Joren had half expected that Hans wouldn’t have come back at all and that the next face that he would see would have been one of his previous captors. When Hans said Joren should be the one to speak to the townspeople, he fidgeted nervously. He hadn’t ever been very good with people but Hans was right the people would probably freak out if any of the others went out to try and talk to them. “I’ll see what I can do.” He says a little nervously before slipping out the hatch that Willy had opened.<br><br>Once Joren was out, he saw the shackled people and he couldn’t he but feel compassion. He knew what it felt like to be attacked by these slavers. Taking a moment to gather himself, Joren spoke up trying to calm the people down as best as he could. “Everyone please relax. We’re not here to hurt you. Now, I know better than anyone what these slavers could do and you should be glad that they’re gone.&nbsp; There are 5 people in that machine that have just saved your lives. They don’t want to take you as slaves they just wanted to exterminate the slavers. I’m going to warn you that they may look like elves at first glance but they’re not. So please don’t be alarmed.”<br><br>The peopled murmured and moved about after Joren had finished speaking but Joren believed that the people were calm enough for the others to come out of the tank. “Hans, I think it’s safe for you and the others to come out now!” Joren called. He had done the best that he could in calming these people down. Now he just had to hope that they wouldn’t attack the tankers when they emerged of the tank.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 02:48:51</strong>
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				"Thank you Joren" Hans said with an appreciative smile. Though he let his eyes wander a moment as he watched Joren shimmy out of the narrow hatch. Had he always looked so...beautiful? Hans shooed that thought from his mind as he watched the transaction from within the tank. He hated that he was sending Joren out unguarded. Every instinct told him to run to Joren's side and protect him, and something else, but Hans couldn't think of what it is. "Keep a good eye on him, Gustav." Hans stated. "Yes Hans." Gustav stated as he was ready to man the Machine gun just in case the Townsfolk turn hostile. Hans wasn't going to endanger Joren anymore than he already has. Hans bit his lower lip as he could only watch from the periscope. <br><br>The townsfolks wailed in fright when the hatch opened, but their fear turned to confusion when Joren popped out. A tiger-kyn? What was a Tiger-Kyn doing in that thing? Though it did serve to ease their fears a bit knowing one of their own were a part of the slaughter of the Slavers. He looked at Joren, and gave him their undivided attention. Who were these "people" that merely wanted to exterminate the Slavers? Why would they come to their aid? Most of their curiosity was piqued when the tiger mentioned that they looked like Elves but were not. This got many to actually speak amongst themselves. <br><br>Hans let out a sigh relief as it would appear that they were not going to attack Joren. Though he wasn't completely trusting, not just yet. He looked to everyone when Joren called to them. "Ok, let's be on our best behavior, keep your pistols holstered, not larger guns." Hans ordered. Everyone nodded. Willy shut down the engine as the hatches slowly opened and Five Germans poked their heads out. the townsfolk looked at them wide eyed. Joren was right, they did look like Elves, but there were differences that could be detected. The Germans slowly climbed out and stood just in front of the tank. Their hands in plain sight. Willy chanced to wave at them. Which seemed to get more confused looks, but with a couple of halfhearted waves back. "Let's get their bindings off." Hans stated. <br><br>It took about 15 minutes to free everyone. they were, understandably, hesitant to let the Germans approach with the tools, but that quickly changed when they saw the Germans cutting the locks, and the manacles falling to the ground with a thud. The attitude turned much more Jubilant as the Germans were quickly surrounded by eager townsfolk wanting to be set free. Hans came over to Joren, and gave him a big smile. "you did very good work, Joren." Hans stated as he started to stroke Joren's hair affectionately.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 06:13:55</strong>
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				Joren was nervous as Hans and the other tankers came out, worried about what might happen to them if the townsfolk attacked them. When they managed to come out safely and they began to free the others he smiled relieved that Hans was safe. Joren watched the Germans as they freed the townspeople, glad that they had been able to prevent these people from going through the same ordeal that he had. When the tankers had finished freeing the townsfolk and Hans came over and begins to stroke Joren. He put on a big happy grin and leaned into Hans’s touch. After a few moments of enjoying the attention, Joren began to really look at the carnage that littered the streets. The streets were a bloody mess with pieces of elves strewn everywhere across the streets. The sight was horrifying but Joren couldn't really feel anything. The slavers had gotten what they had deserved in his opinion and the world was better off without them. The thought scared Joren; he wanted to feel some kind of pity. He was supposed to care that people were dead but he just couldn't bring himself to.<br><br>“They’re really are gone.” Joren whispered. “I can’t believe it.” He looked up at Hans a small frown on his face, “They deserved it right? I shouldn't feel bad that they’re dead? Aren't I supposed to care that people are dead? I just don’t feel anything. I want them to be gone. I'm glad they're gone. Is that wrong?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 18:31:58</strong>
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				Hans smiled as Joren seemed to enjoy the attention. His smile spreading as the Tigerkyn leaned into Hans touch. Though when he stopped, Hans dropped his hand, and looked at the carnage as well. It was an all too familiar sight with him. So much so that it didn't phase him anymore. That was a wonderful thing about humans. that they are very adaptable, and can quickly change to suit the environment. He looked down at Joren as he asked his questions. Hans didn't interrupt him, and let him get it all out. Once he was finished, Hans looked into his eyes. "Don't think about it Joren. You'll drive yourself mad. There is a saying in my World: "They made their bed, and now they will have to sleep in it.". Hans explained. He then pointed over to the group of recently liberated Kyn. "If you want to focus on anything, focus on them. You helped saved them Joren. that <em>is</em> to be proud of." Hans explained. <br><br>From the Group of Kyn, a rather elderly person started to hobble over on a knurled can. he looked like he was of the Feline race, but Hans couldn't pick out the exact cat. "Greetings Stranger, I'm Sjara. I am the elder for this town. I want to thank you on behalf of everyone of Bathos for your timely assistance." Sjara said as he bowed. though he did have a little trouble standing back up. "Please Tell me the names of our Saviors." He requested. "I am Unteroffizier Hans Friedrich, Commander of the "Rose Tiger", and her crew of the Fuhrer's 33rd Panzer Division, Eastern Front." Hans stated smartly. Sjara blinked a bit as he couldn't understand everything that Hans stated. He then turned to Joren. "And you good sir?" He asked. <br><br>"Sir Hans, and Sir Joren. You all have indeed done something that we, the citizens of Bathos, are grateful for. How can we repay your kindness?" Sjara asked. Hans was about to shrug it off, but he stopped himself. He blushed as a part of him didn't want to come off wrong. "Would it be possible for rooms for the night, and some food? Also it would it be possible that my companion, Joren here, Can get some real clothes. he was once a slave to those that tried to capture you, so he doesn't have any proper clothes." Hans stated. "I am sure you're looking forward to getting that smelly shirt off of you." Hans said to Joren with a chuckle. the Elder had a twinkle in his eye as he seemed to notice something between these two. He gave a soft chuckle, "I am sure we can easily accommodate you, and your team Sir Hans." He replied.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 19:41:55</strong>
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				Joren nodded his head and tried to put his questions out of his mind and focus on the present. He watched as the people celebration at being free and smiled a little, their celebration helping to take his mind off the carnage.&nbsp; Joren watched as the elder came to greet them when Sjara turned his attention to him, Joren gave a much simpler introduction then Hans had given the elder. “I’m Joren. It’s an honor to meet you Elder Sjara.”<br><br>He listened quietly as the elder thanked them and Hans asked for food and board. Joren was glad when Hans mentioned better clothes. He needed a decent pair of pants but to be honest he liked the smell of the shirt. Hans’s scent helped make Joren feel safe. “Elder, thank you very much for your hospitality and hopefully some new clothes, we appreciate it.” Joren was looking forward to a freshly cooked meal and a real bed. The rations and bedroll were tremendously better than anything he’d had when he had been a slave but they weren't as good as a freshly prepared meal and an actual bed. Joren’s tail swished happily just at the thought of it. He’d miss the warmth from Hans’s snuggling while they all slept in their own beds but you win some, you lose some.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 20:25:13</strong>
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				The news of clean beds, and home cooked meal was well received by the Germans as they cheered the news. Deep down, Hans was going to miss snuggling with Joren as well. The Elder smiled at the two people and nodded. He turned and let out a hoarse call to someone in the crowd. "Mona!" He called. Soon, a Fox-Kyn woman approached. "Yes, Elder?" She asked. "Would you happen to have rooms for our guests of honor?" He asked. Mona looked at both Hans, and Joren and gave them both smiles. "Yes, of course. As well as delicious food too." She replied. "Pardon me, Ma'am. Would you have a place we can store the Tank in a safe location?" Hans asked. Mona blinked and looked at the Machine. "I believe the stables would be large enough." She stated, though didn't sound very sure. Sjara smiled and nodded. "Very good. I'll leave them in your motherly hands." He stated. Mona nodded and waved as he tottered off to attend to the business of "cleaning up". <br><br>Mona lead the Germans to her Inn. "ok, Willy back her up slowly!" Hans called out as The Tiger tank was positioned to back into the large barn. Slowly the massive tank rolled back. Its metal track clanking loudly as Fritz, and Gustav watched the sides. A group of children were watching in awe from around the Inn proper. Their Tails swishing in excitement. Once the Tank was in place, the engine was shut down, and the crew came to the side. "Ok, Before we kick off our boots. Lets look over the tank and take care of any maintenance issues. That why we won't have to worry about it later." Hans stated. The others came to attention before they began to open hatches and inspect parts of the tank. About this time Mona came up to Joren. "the Elder asked if I can help you find some clothes. If you will please come with me." She asked. Hans gave Joren a nod. "We'll be working on the tank for the next several hours so go ahead and have fun Joren." Hans stated with a smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 22:30:59</strong>
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				Joren followed Mona and the Germans to the Inn. Watching with the other Kyn as Willy backed the tank up into the stables. Joren turned to face Mona when she mentioned getting him some new clothes. He turned to face Hans to make sure it was ok before turning to follow Mona. After being surrounded by almost nothing but elves and humans it was nice to spend some time with another Kyn. Smiling Joren begins to speak, “It’s good to be in a town with other Kyn again. While humans can be nice to look at it’s still nice to be with people who are closer to my own kind. Clothes wise I’d like something simple, if the village can spare it. Simple pants and a shirt or vest would be best.” Joren’s tail swishes as he continues to talk, simple glad for the company of a Kyn after being surrounded by nothing but elves and humans for a long time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 00:48:12</strong>
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				For the Germans it was business as Usual. With the hatches open, they poked, and prodded, Inspected, and corrected any issues they could that didn't require the service corps. So far they have been very lucky, and that they didn't need the Mechanics. From the open doors of the barn, the Children peeked in and watched. This eyes wide as saucers as the tank looked so big, and menacing. Johann noticed their audience and looked at Hans. Hans gave the Gunner a nod before Johann hopped down off the side of the tank and approached the young ones. They all huddled together, fearful that they were in trouble for watching what they shouldn't have. "Would you all like a closer look?" Johann asked? Instantly their fear was replaced with excitement at what Johann asked. Almost instantly they swarmed the Tank. The Crew taking the time to show them around and explain their positions. Though most of it was clearly over their heads, it was fun and heart warming to see them so engrossed. They peaked their heads inside the turret and hatches and awed. <br><br>Inside the tiger tank:<br>(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSZjPjb5bL2S-hVbf4eo_Pbj5BTUdXhDcOpKbt53ROSFhyFXxdK)(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSrWARSJLnU23PtPTJcWfty9aTKfq8QRsbDv-40eVHVLWx3WaTq)(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSIkPsJLi14L7EQOkWE6vJzSjYB5htiLs9NuEVPFDK6Kp_6o0pjGQ)<br><br>Mona quietly led the Tiger-Kyn towards the Market. The Merchants were in the process of cleaning up after the raid and getting ready for more customers. Mona smiled softly as she listened to Joren whom seemed quite excited. She nodded at his request for "Simple" clothes. "Yes, while it is good to be around people of your own kind. Please don't judge the whole based on your experience of a small group." She stated. As they entered the entrance to the market. Joren could see that there was more than Kyn living in this town. there were Elves as well. they too would have been sold as slaves had not Joren, and Hans's timely arrival. "There is the capacity for darkness in everyone's heart, Sir Joren. It doesn't matter of what species you are. I, too, was once a slave before I managed to escape. However, my captors were Kyn Slavers. It doesn't hurt any less when it is your own kind that deprives you of Freedom." She stated. She wasn't trying to lecture Joren, but offer a different perspective on how to view the World around them. Mona suddenly realized what she was saying. "My apologies, Sir Joren. I spoken out of turn." She stated a bit sheepishly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 02:00:55</strong>
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				Joren looked down ashamed, “I know that. It’s just been so long since I’ve been with other Kyn that I forgot myself. I’m sorry if I’ve given off the impression that I believe all elves are evil. If you’ve been slave you know what it’s like when you finally get free and you find yourself back among friendly faces. You want to focus on the new friendly faces and try to forget what just happened even if you know it will be a long time before you can forget or you think you might not even forget it at all.” He turned away from Mona after his speech and turns to focus on shopping around the market and trying to find a good set of clothes. After a few moments he spotted a pair of simple brown cotton trousers and a dark blue tunic next to it. “Mona, I’d like those trousers and that tunic if you wouldn’t mind.” He says as he pointed out said clothing to the Fox-Kyn.<br><br>After getting the new clothing and walking around the town a while longer, hopefully giving Hans and the other tankers enough time to do whatever repairs to the tank that they can, he says “Mona, can we go ahead and head back to the Inn? The thought of home cooked meal is making me rather hungry.” Joren doesn’t say that another reason that he wanted to go back to the Inn was that he was feeling a little anxious at not seeing Hans for so long. It was the longest that Joren had been separated from Hans and it made him nervous.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 02:33:37</strong>
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				Mona nodded in agreement. She could easily understand what he was saying. She felt the same way too, but in her case she was more distrusting of Kyn than elves at that time. it took her awhile to trust kyn completely again after that. Mona was also happy that Joren was angry with her for talking out of turn. Mona followed after Joren as he searched the merchants wares for clothes that he would like. Many of the Merchants were eager to show their appreciation. When he found the clothes he wanted, Mona didn't really have to do anything. The Kyn, a boar-kyn was more than eager to part with the clothes. It was also a intelligent decision as the other customers saw Joren pick his clothes over everyone else. He was hoping that would coax open tight purse strings at his stall. Afterward, Mona showed Joren around the town. There really wasn't much, though there was an abundance of Hot springs resorts. It would appear that was a principle resource of this town was its hot springs. <br><br>"Yes of course, I do need to get back and begin cooking anyways." She stated warmly as Joren asked if they could head back now. By the time they returned to the Inn, the lanterns were being lit and cook fires were going for dinner. the air was starting to take the coolness of evening as the Inn came into view. The Doors to the Stable were wide open showing the tank, and the Germans finishing up their work. the children having passed out in a pile of hay nearby. Mona chuckled as she walked over and started to wake the small children to send them home. Hans and the others approached Joren. They were so covered in dirt, mud, and grease one would be hard pressed to see their original skin tone was. "did you have Fun, Joren?" Hans asked as he was holding a rag to his hand. Hans had cut the back of his hand on some wire, but it wasn't bleeding very badly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 03:52:31</strong>
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				Joren smiled as he came back and saw Hans exit the stable. Joren walked over to meet Hans happy to be back with him. “Yes, I had fun and I managed to get some new clothes. From how dirty you all are I’m guessing that you managed to fix the tank.” He said jokingly. “You all really need a bath. You stink.” Joren said as he came closer.&nbsp; That’s when he noticed the strip of cloth covering Hans’s hand. He could smell the blood coming from underneath.<br><br>"Hans, what happened to your hand?" Joren asked concern filling his voice as he rushed over. He picked up the rag and examined the cut underneath it. Joren sighed as he realized that the cut wasn’t that deep. “Hans, you need to be more careful. Reaching into his pocket where he had kept the salve that Hans had given him the day before and taking some out he applied it to Hans’s wound. “When you get a moment you should get a clean bandage and bind that cut. I’m not sure what kind of medicines you have in your world but infection here usually leads to an amputation.” <br><br>After Joren was sure that Hans was alright and the cut taken care of, he spoke up about an idea he’d had while walking about the town. “While walking around town, I noticed that there were a lot of hot springs around town and since you all are extremely dirty and since Mona just went in to start the cook fires why we don’t go to one of the hot springs around town or here at the Inn if it has one and wash up before we eat. What do you think Hans?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 05:04:55</strong>
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				Hans smiled at seeing how happy, and excited Joren seemed to be. Chuckling as Joren teased him about how dirty he was. "Yes, a tank does take a lot of maintenance, but it is a small price to pay for the protection she gives us." He explained. Though he was a bit surprised when Joren suggested he take a bath, and his rather blunt observation to how Hans smelled. However, Hans just laughed it off as it was quite funny. "Very astute, Joren" He stated as Joren came closer and seemed to spied the cloth draped across Hans's hand for the first time. When asked, Hans shrugged. "My hand brushed up against some exposed wire. It isn't very deep." He explained. Hans didn't resist when Joren took the rag and examined the cut. Hans nodded as Joren chided him for not being careful. However, Joren's warning did have merit. They didn't have the medicines here that the humans developed in their world. Hans watched as Joren applied the salve he gave him to the cut on his hand. Hans blinked in surprise by the expression on Joren's face. It was genuine worry. Joren was genuinely worried about him. "I am sorry to have worried you, Joren." Hans said softly. <br><br>It didn't take long to bandage Hans hand with the first aid kit in the tank. Hans looked at his bandaged hand a moment. Hans looked at Joren when he suggested they all take a dip in the hot springs. Hans smiled again. "That sounds like a wonderful idea Joren" He stated as he rubbed the top of Joren's head. though as he brought the hand over Joren's cheek. the touch went from friendly to affectionate. There was a tenderness in Hans's touch. "Just let us secure the tank." Hans said as he turned back to close the stable doors, and secure them so that no one can get to the tank that wasn't suppose to. With that, the Tankers headed in, though Hans hung back with Joren. Once the everyone else entered, Hans stopped and put his arms around Joren and embraced him. "I was worried when you stepped out of the tank to talk with the townsfolk. I am sorry to have asked that of you Joren." Hans whispered as he tightened his hug of Joren. <br><br>Inside, everyone was greeted by Mona whom told them where the baths were, and the proper etiquette. "We don't have clean clothes." Fritz observed. "That is alright. You can wear the robes, and I'll have your clothes washed for you." She stated. The men smiled at the news as they started to head upstairs to their rooms. "Pardon me, Sir Hans." Mona spoke, but seemed a bit worried. "yes?" He asked. "My sincerest apologies, but it would appear that I ran into a problem. I have three rooms available, but only two of them have two beds. The last one has only a large bed." She said. It was obvious that she fear she was going to make him angry. "That is quite alright. Joren and I will still use the room. we'll just share the bed. We are grown adults after all." He said. this seemed to make Mona very happy as she bowed to them. "thank you for your understanding.&nbsp; "is that ok with you, Joren?" Hans asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 07:08:04</strong>
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				Joren watched as the tankers secured the tank and he was about to go in when Hans embraced him and apologized for sending him to talk with the townspeople. “It alright Hans, I wasn’t hurt and it was for the best. I’d rather have gone out there and talk to them then instead of sending you and the others out of the tank only to be attacked by the townspeople in a panic.” After Hans had let Joren go he entered the Inn with Hans.<br><br>Joren listened to Mona as she discussed clothing and the room. He was about to follow the others when Mona mentioned the situation with the rooms. Joren blushed when the fox woman said that the room Hans and Joren were going to share only had a single large bed.&nbsp; “That’s ok Mona. I’m fine with sharing a single bed with Hans. We’re already grateful for what you’ve done for us so far and we don’t want to inconvenience you anymore then we have to. After all you’re already giving free food and rooms for the night.” After they had finished talking with Mona, Joren followed Hans to their room.<br><br>When they had arrived at their room, Joren slipped in and found the robes that Mona had mentioned. Setting his robe on the bed, the thought that passed through his mind was that it looked like he wouldn't have to give up on being snuggled by Hans after all. Joren hung his new clothes in the closet for later. After his new clothes were put away Joren began to change making sure that his back faced away from Hans as he did. While Hans had already seen Joren’s scars it didn't change the fact that Joren was still self-conscious about his scars. When he was finished changing into his robe, Joren waited for Hans to finish changing into his robe before going with Hans to the hot springs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 16:07:04</strong>
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				Mona let out a relieved breath as Both Hans, and Joren didn't seem to have a problem with the arrangements. "Thank you for understanding." She said with a relieved smile. Hans nodded and waved his hand in a dismissive fashion. Mona told them their room was at the top of the stairs and last on the left. "thank you very much, Frau Mona." Hans stated as he started heading up stairs. Their room was cozy, a Fire going in the Fireplace, and the robes set out for them. Hans wasted no time in getting ready. He started to shed his uniform, his own back was turned towards Joren. the Large Diagonal scar being seen clear as day. <br><br>Hans pulled on the Robe, and slipped on the "House shoes". "Are you ready Joren?" He asked. Hans could already hear the excited clamoring from the other crew members as they made their way down Stairs. He could hear Gustav's loud horse laugh clearly through the door. Hans sometimes marveled at Gustav's ability to find humor in anything. Hans walked over to the Door, and opened it. "Let's go Joren." he said with a smile. <br><br>The Inn actually had the largest baths in the town, and was a very popular meeting spot for the citizens. Even more so now that their saviors were staying at the inn. As the Germans, and Joren entered. they were almost immediately set upon by the Citizens. Each wanting to thank them one more time. though a couple were telling Hans of cute single girls in the town looking for husbands. "T-that is quite alright. We can't stay." Hans stated nervously. There were also other women giving Hans an a very appreciative glance. It would seen his Blonde hair, and blue eyes were quite a rarity which seemed to make him all the more desirable. Adding that to his physique, and it had several ladies "Licking their lips".&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 19:21:26</strong>
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				Joren fidgeted uncomfortable with all the attention he was getting. He disliked being the center of attention even before the attack on his own village he had disliked being the one in the spotlight, it made him uncomfortable knowing that people were watching his every move. As Joren observed Hans it seemed to Joren that Hans disliked the attention about as much he did.&nbsp; Within a few moments of being surrounded by all the attention Joren stepped closer to Hans.&nbsp; Joren watched the expressions of the woman in the hot springs and listened as Hans was informed about the cute girls looking for husbands who lived in town. These propositions made Joren feel bad and he wanted to growl at the women who were staring at Hans. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why. It couldn’t be that he was jealous could it? Hans had been the one to save him and had been the first kind face Joren had seen after escaping the slavers. He’d started feeling something for Hans but he didn’t know what that feeling was. It was making him confused.<br>&nbsp;<br>At the same moment Joren was having these thoughts a particularly daring female Rabbit-Kyn stepped forward to touch Hans and a small growl slipped out of Joren’s throat. Catching even him by surprise, Joren proceeded to blush and look away doing his best to ignore what happened. Joren then quickly moved into the men’s bath, removed his robe, and sank into the warm bath keeping his back to the wall to avoid any potential stares at the scars on his back. When Hans came and joined him in the bath, Joren apologized saying, “I’m sorry for what happened out there. I don’t know what came over me. It just came out before I really thought about it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 04:44:15</strong>
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				Hans was very nervous. he hated being put on the spot, and right now he felt like every eye was on him. particularly those of the opposite sex, or as near as he could tell with some of these people. "I am sorry, we can't stay." he stated. trying to nip any ideas of him or his men growing roots here in the bud. They had families to get home to, and Hans had every intention of getting them home. That, along with ensuring Joren's safety, was his top priority. Hans was so focused on keeping the others at bay, that he didn't realize that Joren had stepped closer to him nor the feelings that were swirling around in his head. Hans swallowed when a particularly volupious Bunny-Kyn strode up to him. Popping her hips and swaying her breasts enticingly. "I am sure I can come up with a reason for you to stay, Sir Hans" She cooed as she reached out and touched the light cotton material of his robe. Hers just open enough for him to get a very good view of her generous endowment. The sudden growl from Joren seemed to catch everyone off guard. Hans looked at the tiger-Kyn and blinked as the girls backed away. Hans watched as he disappeared into the bath. "My apologies, he was just recently freed from the Slavers as well. So he may be a bit..." Hans didn't complete the sentence as he slipped away. Leaving his crew to entertain the ladies.&nbsp; <br><br>Hans truly just wanted to relax, and forget about the day. He entered the bath proper, and washed himself before entering the main bath. The Water felt heavenly as he sank up to his hips. He looked for Joren, and found him off by himself. Hans quietly approached and sat next to him. He gave Joren a soft smile as he apologized for his attitude. "No, I should be thanking you. I get real nervous around women. I don't know what to do really. Particularly if they like me." Hans admitted a bit bashfully. Hans let out a deep sigh as he relaxed further into the bath. Sinking all the way up to his chin as he let the hot water melt away the tension and stress his body was under. "I can't remember when I had a hot bath." He groaned. his lips twisting into a large smile. His head slipping until it was laying against Joren's shoulder. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 06:27:30</strong>
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				Joren was relieved when Hans came to join him in the bath. It meant that Hans was no longer being stared at by all those females, which made Joren glad and that odd feeling that he had been having since they had entered the bath disappeared. “I know what you mean. I haven’t had a hot bath in… It doesn't matter it’s just been a long time.” He said sinking deeper into the hot water. Joren smiled and wrapped one of his arms around Hans’s shoulders as he laid his head on his shoulder. “ I've never liked being anywhere near the center of attention.” Joren admitted, “It always made me nervous knowing all those people looking at me and it always makes me wonder what will happen if I fail.” Joren relaxed in the bath after his admission. Enjoying the fact that he had nothing to worry about and Hans was here with him and not with one of the women who had been outside. <br><br>Joren stayed in the bath as long as he was able to before getting out of the bath and drying off. “I can’t wait for dinner tonight Hans. While the rations were heaps better than what I was served when I traveled with that other group. It’s nothing when compared to a home-cooked meal.” Joren said as his stomach grumbled in agreement. Afterwards Joren put on the robe and tied it loosely so that the robe seemed to hand off of him. His tail waved behind him as he continued to think about the upcoming meal.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 17:36:06</strong>
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				Hans let out a long sigh as he felt Joren slip his arm around his shoulders. His own arm snaking around Joren's hips and pulling him closer. "Ja, I can understand that." Hans stated as Joren told him why he didn't like being the center of attention. Hans nuzzled Joren's shoulder a bit. Even wet, Joren still had the softest fur Hans ever felt. Also the smell was extremely soothing. Hans found he could stay like this for a long time. The Atmosphere was so relaxing here, no one seemed to pay attention to the two males that were enjoying each other's company. It was peaceful moments like this that Hans was most free. He closed his eyes for a moment and simply let go of the world. <br><br>Hans opened his eyes as Joren stood up. The water cascading off his lithe form had Hans's eyes going wide. "Beautiful" he muttered under his breath. Though when his eyes followed the water, and found Joren's tight rump. His eyes lingered a little bit, and for a second had a hungry gleam. Hans felt a twitch below his naval. Which struck him as odd. Was he attracted to Joren? He blushed as he forced himself to calm down before he stood up and exited the bath with him. "yes, I am very hungry too." Hans stated as Joren expressed is excitement for dinner. <br><br>In the Inn's common area, the two would be greeted by rousing laughter as the Germans were leading the other inn tenants in German beer garden songs. Mona approached with a wide grin upon her face. "My, I never thought I would see my Inn in such a merry state." She chuckled. "Yes, I do apologize for it. Gustav can get quite rowdy." Hans said with a frustrated groan. This got the Vixen laughing hardily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 20:21:40</strong>
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				Joren stuck close to Hans as they entered the Inn’s common area, hoping to deter any woman who was going to try and make a pass at Hans. He had embarrassed himself earlier when he had growled but he was going to make the best of it. Using the impression the other patrons now had of him to try and keep women away from Hans. He was not jealous, Joren told himself. He was simply trying to keep Hans from being nervous. That was all he tried to reassure himself. He continued to stand guard for a while, however as Joren continued to listen and watch the tankers and the other tenants as they were singing the Germans’ rowdy drinking songs, he began to relax, deciding that everyone was too focused on their entertainment to give Hans as much attention as they had been giving him earlier.<br>&nbsp;<br>Joren soon found himself sitting at a table with Hans, waiting on dinner. Joren knew he was being paranoid but he tried to stay away from the alcohol knowing how much it could impair his senses and his sense of balance. The key word however is tried and he began to drink a alongside the other tankers. He didn’t drink much just enough to get a slight buzz and to impair his judgment a little. When the food arrived Joren happily dug in. Eating with gusto happy to be eating a home cooked meal for once. When Mona came back around their table, Joren bade sure to thank her for the food and compliment her on how good the food, a big grin on his face as he did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 21:53:25</strong>
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				After Mona assured Hans, that his men are not being too rowdy, Hans finally found a table for him and Joren to sit at. Sitting down, Hans leaned back against the back of the chair and let out a long breath. Mona, was quickly there with a couple of large bowls of stew. Thick, hardy, and rich. A loaf of bread and a tankard of Ale for the two were brought over by another barmaid. "here you go loves." She stated before trotting off to refill Gustav's tankard. These people were finding out the hard way that The Germans can drink their weight in beer. Hans nursed his as he didn't like getting drunk. Though sharing a Meal with Joren was very nice. It felt quite natural. Hans's hunger overrode his manners, and like Joren. Hans found himself digging into the delicious stew with a ravenous hunger. Mona smiled and chuckled as it looked like these people hadn't eaten in a long time. "Please help yourself. There is plenty more. It will just go to waste if you don't" She stated. <br><br>As willy finished his bowl, he noticed something in the corner. It was a strange looking contraption that was more an oddity than anything. No one can make it do what the inventor intended. It was left behind by a tenant to pay the bill for his stay. However, to Willy, he instantly recognized what it was, a crude piano. "Unteroffizier..." Willy asked as he pointed to it. "Uh...can you play it?" Hans asked. To which the young driver gave a beaming smile. Hans then nodded his approval. Willy leaped up and over to the device and warmed up his fingers a bit. Suddenly the inn grew quiet as some of the most beautiful music they ever heard started to emanate through the contraption. Everyone stared in disbelief at Willy. Everyone except the Germans. They knew Willy had a talent with music. He played Beethoven, and Mozart. Chopin, and Tchaikovsky. Hans smiled at Joren as the romantic music began to play. "That is the son of a piano maker for you." He stated.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 05:25:46</strong>
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				Joren was entranced by the beautiful music that Willy was making on the piano. He had never heard any kind of music that could be compared to the beautiful sounds that were coming from the piano. “That’s what that invention is called a piano? The music that Willy’s making is amazing. I've never heard anything quite like it.” Joren’s said his tail slowly swishing in time with the music.&nbsp; Joren found the music to be rather romantic and as he let his mind follow the music the memory of him sitting in Hans’s lap kept appearing in his mind.&nbsp; Joren glanced at Hans wondering for a moment what Hans thought of when he listened to this wonderful music. It was hard for Joren to believe that a world where such wonderful music could be made and such kind people like Hans and his crew, also made such destructive machines like the Tiger tank.<br><br>Joren rested his hands on the table and looked up at Hans. “Hans, I don’t think I've thanked you for saving me from the slavers. If you hadn't found me I don’t know what I would have done. I’m truly grateful that you saved me.” Joren was embarrassed by his own words but he had to thank Hans for what he had done for him. He smiled shyly at Hans as he finished thanking him, before turning back to the lovely music.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 06:18:42</strong>
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				"Well...it is close enough to an instrument in our world called a "piano". Willy loves to play, but he loves to build them even more." Hans explained as he allowed the music to waft through the room. Giving a relaxing tone to it. Hans could see many of the couples already getting rather close and chummy. Most of them looking into each other's eyes longingly. Hans could imagine there maybe a slight uptick in births in the near future. It wasn't all together a bad thing. Hans had a soft smile as he noticed that Joren's tail was moving in time with the music. Though another thought entered his mind. how nice it was to hold, and snuggle up with Joren. Particularly when the Tiger-kyn on this lap. Hans was finding himself wanting to be in that position again. Joren on his lap, and his arms secure around Joren, with his around Hans. As he thought about all this stuff, He felt another stirring in his loins. As well as something brushing against the fabric of the Robe he was wearing. Hans's cheeks blushed as he realized that he was starting to get really aroused. He took a couple deep breaths, and closed his eyes to calm himself down. Letting out a long sigh when he managed to calm himself down to where it wasn't as noticeable as before. "I wouldn't know how to explain that one." He thought as his eyes glanced over to Joren one more time. <br><br>Hans turned to Joren and gave him a concerned look as Joren looked at him. After a moment, Hans gave Joren a smile when the young tiger-kyn sought to thank him for helping to deal with his captors. "Don't worry about it, Joren." Hans stated as he reached out and stroked Joren's hair affectionately. Hans returned to the music after that as well. Taking a sip of his Ale as Willy as being applauded for his talents. Willy felt so energized when he played for others. Hans leaned back, and Had a sleepy look on his face. He started blinking quickly and shaking his head. He did have a slight buzz, but nothing that could really affect him. "I must say, I think I am getting a bit sleepy." He stated with a yawn. "Perhaps it would be best if I turn in for the night." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 07:03:19</strong>
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				Joren’s ears twitched when he heard Hans yawn. The yawn causing a chain reaction and making Joren release his own small yawn. “Bed sounds like a good idea Hans shall we go?” Joren asked smiling sleepily. Joren stood up and walked with Hans up the stairs leaning lightly on Hans as they went. Joren felt good about leaning on Hans. He liked being close to Hans and Joren knew that he didn’t have to worry about him falling since he had Hans with him and Hans would protect him no matter what he knew besides leaning on Hans like this felt so right. Joren had a pleasant buzz going on in his head at the moment but that didn't matter it wasn't enough to change his behavior or anything he thought. Shortly before they got to their Joren spoke softly, “I’m glad we got a bed with a single large bed Hans. I’d miss your snuggling to much if we had separate beds and I don’t think you’d be able to fall asleep with someone warm to snuggle.”<br><br>When the pair got to their room, Joren entered the room and crawled into bed before lie back on the pillows. He doesn't notice but as he wiggles around to get comfortable the loose robe falls off of one of his shoulders. When Hans joins him on the bed Joren moves over and snuggles against him laying his head on Hans’s shoulder. “It feels good when you snuggle me Hans. You’re so warm and I always feel so safe with your arms wrapped around me Hans.” He said smiling happily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-04-2013, 16:08:43</strong>
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				Hans gave Joren a sleepy nod when he suggested they go to bed. Bed, that word sounded so nice, and adding to that he was going to share a bed with Joren. It made it that much nicer. As they started up the stairs, Hans felt Joren lean against him. He smiled as he took Joren's arm into his own. Holding the Tigerkyn close and holding him up. Hans felt that seem protectiveness that he always felt when he thought of Joren. Hans was actually very tempted to carry Joren up the Stairs in his arms, but thought that may send the wrong signal to everyone. Hans didn't know it, but homosexuality wasn't frowned upon in this world, but accepted. The denizens simply chalked it up to love. "You love who you love." So the sight of the Tiger, and Human being close was nothing really new. Hans felt his heart swell when he heard Joren say that they are glad to be sharing a bed. "Yes, I am happy too. I love snuggling up with you Joren. You're so soft and your fur smells so nice." Hans admitted. "I don't think I can snuggle up with anyone else after I met you." He stated as he gave Joren an affectionate squeeze.<br><br>Hans follows Joren into the room, and barred the door. Even in a place as safe as this, He wasn't taking chances with their Safety. Hans Uniform was missing as it was taken to be cleaned, however his Gun belt and everything else was there. Hans turned to approach the bed, but stopped when he saw Joren laying like he was. the Robe having slid off his shoulder, revealing a teasing glimpse of Joren's shoulder, neck and his. Joren looked so sexy right then that Hans felt himself getting aroused again. His manhood pushing against the fabric of the robe. Hans quickly set his pistol on the night stand and slipped into Bed with Joren. Hans felt a shiver of pleasure as he felt Joren instantly snuggle up to him when he entered the bed. Hans instantly wrapping his arms around the young Tiger, and pulled himself close. This bodies pressed together. Hans felt his heart beat faster as Joren said it felt good for hans to cuddle with him. that he felt safe and warm in Hans arms. "That makes me so happy to hear Joren. I want you to feel safe, and warm. Cause I want to protect you, and keep you safe." Hans whispered as he slipped his hands underneath Joren's Robe and felt his fur covered chest, and back. slithering his arms around to have had much contact as possible. "You're so soft and cuddly, Joren. I am so happy I met you." Hans cooed as he nuzzled Joren's cheek. His lips dangerously close to Joren's. <br><br>The Robes were very large. They only came down to just above the knee. They were also fairly thin, and light so that they were easy to clean. So Hans's bare legs were rubbing and intertwining with Joren's furry legs. A soft "mmm" of pleasure escaped Hans lips as he felt his thighs rubbing against Joren's. Hans completely forgot how aroused he was as he strives for the most bodily contact as possible. He was so happy that Joren liked this as well. In the back of Hans's mind, he was picturing how it would feel if the robes were not there in between them. Heavenly was the only way he could describe it. Hans buried his face into Joren's neck. Burying himself into Joren's relaxing scent. Hans lips brushing over Joren's fur, and skin. "This feels so wonderful." Hans moaned.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 02:39:53</strong>
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				Joren purred happily as he felt Hans snake his arms around him and stroked his fur underneath his robe, his tail twitching happily behind him. When Hans began to nuzzle Joren’s cheek, for a moment he thought that Hans might kiss him and was a little disappointed when he didn’t. The feeling of Hans’s legs furless against his own furred legs was so foreign but at the same time felt so wonderful. Joren let out soft gasp when he felt Hans’s lips against his neck. When Hans said that he felt wonderful as well, Joren let loose another happy purr and returned Hans’s nuzzle burying his head into Hans’s chest.<br><br>&nbsp;While Joren was enraptured in the wonderful feeling of warmth and closeness caused by being held in Hans’s embrace, he felt something bump up against his leg. He blushed crimson when he felt Hans’s robed manhood brush up against him and shyly pulled away. Joren’s own manhood was slowly stirring as he realized that Hans was attracted to him but he stopped his attentions and looked up at Hans nervously. He wanted to find out how Hans felt before he did anything more. Joren was afraid that if he did something that he might damage his relationship Hans and Joren didn’t want that. Hans was the only person that Joren had a connection with anymore and he didn’t want to ruin by doing something that could potentially ruin the relationship that they currently had. “Hans…” Joren said in a small quiet voice, “This isn’t just because your drunk or you want some quick pleasure right? You actually care about me? I don’t want to keep going if you don’t actually feel anything for me. My relationship with you is all I have left and I don’t want to ruin it.” Joren wanted to Hans to say that he cared, he wanted to continue. If Hans said yes it would mean that maybe all the pain he had suffered hadn’t been completely without purpose. He wanted think that he could have something again. “Hans, you’ve all I got and I don’t want to lose you over one night of pleasure.” He scooted closer to Hans once again after he finished talking, waiting for Hans’s answer with a small hope burning in his chest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 04:19:59</strong>
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				Hans was so happy right now. Just the way things were right now had Hans easily believe that he wasn't a member in the most feared, and hated military in recent history. With Joren in his arms, he felt like he could leave his terrible past behind and look forward. However, he was brought back to reality when he felt Joren shy away from him. He blinked as he looked at him. Hans looked at him intently as he spoke quietly. Hans was worried that he did something that Joren didn't like, and as the Tiger spoke that fear grew. Hans didn't interrupt him as he got his concern out into the open. The questions that Joren asked caused Hans to ask questions of his own. What was Joren to him exactly? Was he someone that was merely a snuggle partner, or was Joren something more? Han thought back to Joren's jealous display in the baths, and thought he would react very similar to him had the situation been reversed. Hans won't deny that Joren became quite special to him. When Hans slaughtered the slavers, and saved the town. it wasn't wholly to save the town, but to take revenge for what the slavers did to Joren. the pain they inflicted upon him, and the misery. Hans wanted to soothe those memories.&nbsp; <br><br>When Joren scooted closer to Hans. Hans embraced him tightly. "I am so sorry, Joren. I am so sorry that I made you feel this confusion." Hans whispered before he relaxed his embrace, but kept Joren against him. "Joren...I am not good with words. I often put my foot in my mouth so I hope I can say this correctly..." Hans started, but felt extremely nervous. "When I hold you, I feel I don't have to look over my shoulder. I can relax. I don't feel like I am a killer, and a murderer. I feel human again, I feel warm and safe. In your arms I feel at ease. I never felt that way with anyone else. I know this to be true. It feels..."right" like this. Like we are suppose to be together. Like two puzzle pieces, we just click." Hans stated, not sure if he was getting his feelings across. Probably making them more unclear. Taking a deep breath, Hans looked deep into Joren's Green eyes. They were always so beautiful. "Yes Joren. I care about you...a <em>lot</em>! More than I can say as I don't know the words." Hans stated as he reached up and combed his hand through Joren's hair. "You mean so much to me, Joren. I can't imagine myself with anyone else." Hans licked his lips nervously. "You are all that I have left. War has taken everything from me. My Home, My family, My humanity, I felt myself an empty shell until I met you. I can't bare the thought of losing you." Hans whispered. Hans slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to Joren's. trying to convey with action what words couldn't. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 06:04:33</strong>
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				To Joren, Hans’s words made complete sense. When he was with Hans, Joren felt completely at ease. Hans allowed him to forget what it was like to be treated like nothing more than cattle. He made Joren feel like a person again. Joren’s thoughts were interrupted by Hans as his lips touched Joren’s. Joren’s mind went blank the instant Hans kissed him. Joren parted his lips and began to kiss him back. Joren was in heaven, completely filled with bliss and ecstasy. When Joren pulled away in order to catch his breath, he smiled up at Hans.<br><br>Joren hadn't thought that he would ever find someone to care about him like this after losing his village, his family, everything.&nbsp; He had thought that after everything that had happened to him he was going to be alone. The slavers had almost broken him, he had gotten so used to the beatings and being treated like property that he had begun to believe that he was property. When he had met Hans, he had been nothing more than scared animal. The way Hans had treated him like something to be treasured and protected had saved him. Joren had no idea how to express how much Hans meant to him, how much his kindness and his words meant to him. Joren did the only the thing he could think of to show Hans that he trusted him and cared for him deeply. He blushed as he very shyly disrobed. For Joren this wasn’t as simple as removing a piece of clothing. He wasn't just letting Hans see his body and his scars. He was also showing Hans the broken parts of him, the things that the slavers had destroyed in him, his trust, his ability to let others see him for who he was, the want to loved and cared for and to the same for someone else.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 02:39:13</strong>
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				The Kiss was both soft, and fiery at the same time. Hans felt his body instantly wash in pleasure as he tasted the Tiger-kyn upon his lips. A soft moan of ecstasy escaping his lips as he held Joren to him. Hans had to take in deep breaths of air as he, and Joren released their lip lock. Hans felt a shiver run up and down his entire body. Hans watched as Joren slowly began to disrobe in front of him. His eyes grew wide as he was shown a view he had seen before, but this time it was different. Joren was willingly showing himself to Hans. "Beautiful." Hans stated in awe. Joren's body was beautiful. Scars, and all. Hans rubbed his hands up and down Joren's bare arms. "Joren, you're so beautiful." He repeated. Hans knew it took a lot for Joren to show him this. Hans slipped out of the bed and removed his robe as well. If Joren was going to reveal himself to Hans, then Hans is going to extend the same trust to him. <br><br>Hans let the robe fall to the ground, as he climbed back into the bed. Like before, Hans wrapped his strong arms around Joren, and held him tightly against him. The softness of Joren's fur felt so good against Hans's nude body. His hands sliding up and down Joren's back. Feeling Joren's fur sliding between his fingers. However, Hans became depressed. It was like he was enjoying something he didn't deserve. "Joren? Why do you like me? I am not a good person. I done things...horrible things...Things that I can't simply be forgiven. If you knew what I done...would you still like me or...call me what I am...A...Monster?" Hans whispered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>26-04-2013, 05:16:29</strong>
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				Joren looked at Hans in disbelief when he called him beautiful. Joren had always thought is body as ugly and broken after his time with the slavers. Who could find a body as twisted and scarred as his was beautiful and yet Hans still called him beautiful. Hans’s words almost made Joren believe it himself. His self-doubt was replaced by wonder as Hans disrobed himself. To Joren, Hans’s body looked beautiful and perfect. The thought that this man cared for him was astounding.<br><br>When Hans wrapped his arms around and began to run his hands down his back Joren felt a wave of ecstasy. It was an amazing feeling that made Joren’s skin tingle with pleasure and he couldn't help but let out a soft purr of pleasure as he embraced Hans trying to pull himself to Hans as possible. Joren stopped his purring when Hans asked him how he could care for him. “Hans, I told you before what happened in your world doesn't matter. You’re here now. I don’t care what you've done in the past, I only care about what you've done in this world. You saved me and cared for me; you showed me kindness when all I had known for months was pain and suffering. You made me feel like a person again, like I’m something to be treasured and protected instead of just some piece of random property.&nbsp; When I’m with you, I feel like all that’s broken inside me could be fixed and you saved the people of this village from going through the same things I did. How could I do anything but love you?” Joren blushed as he finished but determined to make Hans feel better he shyly and gently pressed his lips against Hans’s for an instant before laying his head on Hans’s shoulder and trying to snuggle closer to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 04:24:15</strong>
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				Oh how Joren's words comforted Hans. eased the tremendous guilt that weighted so heavily on his soul like an "Albatross around his neck". How he wished it could be so easily to dismiss what he did, but he couldn't...not so easily. However, just for one night, Hans won't think about it. He'll let go and simply be Hans, and not Unteroffizier Friedrich. Hans smiled as he saw Joren slyly leaned forward. Hans pushed his lips out a bit to receive Joren's kiss. It was so warm, and soft. Hans let out a small moan as he pressed into the kiss some. Hans sighed happily as Joren pulled back and laid his head on the shoulder. Hans's hand rubbed up, and down Joren's back. "thank you Joren. That made me feel a lot better." Hans cood a bit as he nuzzled the top of Joren's head a bit. <br><br>After a moment, Hans shifted a bit till he was facing Joren. Hans pulling him tightly against himself as he interlaced his legs with Joren. "I want to stay like this forever, Joren." Hans whispered. He felt at peace for once in a long time. There must've have been some magic with Joren to be able to pull that off. Hans nuzzled Joren affectionately as he breathed in the scent of the Tiger-kyn's fur. "You're so wonderful, Joren" Hans breathed as he could fee the day's weariness slowly envelop him in the warmth of sleep. Hans valiantly tried to fight it off, but it was a losing battle. He pressed his lips to Joren's one more time. Holding the kiss as he let it smolder, and build in heat. Feeling Joren's body was electrifying and arousing at the same time. Joren was so beautiful, so gentle, and kind. Hans felt very blessed that Joren had such strong feelings for him. "I love you Joren." Hans whispered softly after he finally released Joren's lips. Hans then buried his head into the crook of Joren's neck. "I want to stay like this forever." he whispered again.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>27-04-2013, 07:21:00</strong>
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				Joren smiled sleepily as Hans thanked him. He was glad that he had finally been able to do something for the man who had done so much for him.&nbsp; Hans had reassured Joren and promised to protect him and he was glad that he could return the favor and make Hans feel at peace even if it was for just this one night. Joren tightened his embrace has Hans rubbed his back and nuzzled him.&nbsp; He released a small yawn feeling completely warm and at ease as Hans interlaced their legs.<br><br>When Joren was with Hans like this he felt his fears disappear and the phantom pains caused by his memories to disappear. When Joren had been on the run, he had always felt like he had to watch his back, like the slavers were right behind him and he couldn’t stop running but when he was with Hans, Joren’s fears seemed to disappear. It allowed him to simply relax and enjoy the little things like the pleasant sensation of being held by Hans without having to worry about anything. Joren parted his lips and allowed Hans to kiss him again and then eagerly returning the kiss before Hans pulled away.<br><br>When Hans whispered I love you Joren’s heart skipped a beat before returning to its regular rhythm. He was overjoyed that Hans felt that way about him. The knowledge that Hans loved him helped Joren understand why he had acted the way he had in the bath when the Bunny-Kyn had touched Hans. Joren loved Hans as well and Joren didn’t want anybody to take Hans from him. “I love you too, Hans.” He replied with a soft whisper. “And I want to be with you forever no matter what happens.” He murmured sleepily. Joren’s eyes closed as the desire to sleep washed over him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 22:07:41</strong>
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				The Night would slowly, and peacefully pass for the two new lovers. Each secure and warm in the arms of the others. Like two pieces of a puzzle they fit perfectly. Hans nuzzling, and planting soft kisses upon Joren's fur through the night as soft squeaks and moans could be heard as they shifted, and their bodies rubbed against each other. It was very stimulating, and it coaxed Hans into a much deeper sleep. His hands slowly and gently explored Joren's body as he slept. It was like Hans wanted to caress Joren entire body all at once. <br><br>The Morning would eventually come as Hans slowly awoke to a strange sensation. Something was poking him, as well as being pressed against something. Groggily he raised the blanket that covered them and smiled. It would seem that Joren was as healthy as Hans was. Hans shifted his hips a bit to be more comfortable, but at the same time stimulating Joren. Hans lowered the blanket and simply watched his lover sleep. Joren looked so peaceful, and cute sleeping that Hans didn't want to wake him. Hans simply let his hand wander up and down Joren's back. down to the top of his tight Rump, and along his tail. <br><br>(OOC: My apologies for taking so long. I was debating on the next section. I think Joren is going to get a "Blast" out of it.&nbsp; &gt;:) )
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 01:45:59</strong>
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				Joren awoke when he felt something rubbing up against his crotch. He left his eyes closed as he simply lay back and enjoyed the feeling of being rubbed by whatever was doing it. He slowly let his eyes open as Hans stroked his back. Joren’s back arched slightly following the path of Hans’s hands as they ran down his back. He felt so comfortable at the moment that he didn't want to move from Hans arms. He almost wanted to just go back to sleep as he continued to allow Hans to stroke his back but he also wanted to spend more time with Hans so he slowly allowed himself to wake up. “Good morning, Hans.” Joren whispered softly still a little sleepy.&nbsp; He buried his head into Hans’s shoulder after he finished speaking, trying to take in Hans’s scent and to get closer to him. “We don’t have to get up right now do we? I’d rather just stay like this with you for a little while longer.” Joren said as he stopped his nuzzling and gave Hans a small smile. Joren rubbed himself against Hans afterward trying to get more of the pleasurable warmth and comfort that only Hans seemed able to provide.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 05:21:07</strong>
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				Hans cracked a smile as he saw Joren start to arch his back as Hans stroked his back, and fur. Hans can't get enough of Joren's fur. It felt so soft and smelled so good. "Good morning, Joren" Hans cooed as he nuzzled the top of Joren's head. Chuckling as Joren's fur found a ticklish spot on his skin. Hans thought about Joren's question. Did they really have to be up so early? Had they been in wartime Europe, then the answer would have been a resounding "yes", but here... Hans pulled Joren on top of him to lounge. He found he liked Joren on top of him likes this. His weight was comforting in a way. It also allowed for Hans to rub up and down Joren's back with both hands. Hans smiled deeply as he kissed Joren's lips. Holding the kiss a good while before letting go. "No, we don't have to get up yet, My Beautiful Tiger." Hans whispered. "We can stay like this as long as you like." He added. <br><br>Hans hands slowly began to move lower, and lower as he rubbed Joren's back. A soft smile upon his lips as he relished in the contact. As Hans hands slipped over Joren's tight rump. Hans gave his cheeks a squeeze as he pulled Joren into another Deep Kiss. Holding it as he raised his hips into Joren, rubbing his erection against the Tiger-Kyn. All of this causing tidal waves of pleasure waving over him, and causing a deep moan to escape from the corner of his lips. Hans's tongue slipping out and brushing along Joren's lips, begging permission to enter. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 06:15:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans caught Joren by surprise when he pulled Joren on top of him. Joren didn’t mind however that just mean more contact with Hans and in Joren’s opinion that was always a good thing. He blushed a little as Hans called him beautiful unused to such compliments though he forgot his embarrassment and he purred happily as Hans added a second hand to the stroking of his back. “So we can stay here forever then?” he asked moaning a little as Hans squeezed his cheeks before eagerly returning Hans’s kiss and rubbing himself against Hans’s erection in response to the man’s movement. When he felt Hans’s tongue against his lips, Joren parted his lips and gladly accepted Hans’s tongues in his mouth. Joren was completely absorbed in the feeling and sensations of being kissed like this with Hans’s tongue in his mouth so much so that when the kiss ended Joren gave a small disappointed mewl. He didn’t want it to end, he had liked it too much. <br><br>“Hans,” Joren whispered, “I love you. Please kiss me again.” Joren wiggled his hips against Hans’s erection as he asked Hans to kiss him again, wanting, no needing Hans to kiss him again. Joren wanted Hans to know how much he loved him, how much the man meant to him. Joren did his best to hold on to Hans clinging to him as tightly as possible as if Hans might disappear if he let go.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-05-2013, 20:25:06</strong>
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				Hans smiled as Joren told him he loved him. Hans felt a warmth enveloped him from head to toe. The wiggling that Joren was doing wasn't helping Hans to calm down. As he asked for another kiss, Hans eagerly obliged. Squeezing Joren's cheeks as he pulled him up into Hans's lips. Hans enjoyed exploring Joren's mouth. The feeling of his fangs sliding along Hans's tongue was foreign, and relished as Hans aloud himself to get lost in this kiss. His cock twitched against Joren in desire. Feeling his lover's manhood against his own body, Let out a soft moan. Never had it crossed his mind that Hans would find another male as desirable as Joren. Hans hands started kneading Joren's ass cheeks. Pulling his hips into Hans's. <br><br>After a few blissful moments, there was a knock on the door. "Pardon me, Unteroffizier, The men were wondering if they could sleep in a bit. Since...you know, this the first they could sleep in actual beds." Johann called through the door. Hans rolled his eyes as he broke the kiss with Joren. His arms holding the Tiger-kyn tightly to him. "The first time in over a year we have actual beds to sleep in, and they get up early to asked that." Hans softly mused. "Yes, Back to bed. the lot of you. Get some sleep." Hans called out. There were some excited sounds and the clamoring of feet. "Thank you Unteroffizier." Johann called out. Hans simply shook his head as he looked at Joren. "Cause I am not planning on leaving this bed any time soon." He said with a hungry grin on his face. His eyes looking at Joren with desire. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>03-05-2013, 01:22:00</strong>
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				Joren moaned softly as he felt Hans’s tongue enter his mouth. He greedily sucked on Hans’s tongue as it explored his mouth. Joren gladly let Hans control the pace as he felt Hans pull his hips against him. The feeling his cock against Hans’s body was giving Joren a delightful wave of pleasure and he wiggled his hips some more in an attempt to get more of that wonderful feeling. The kiss and the close contact with Hans’s body was making Joren drunk on pleasure so when their kiss was interrupted by Hans’s crew members he was a little annoyed. Joren chuckled quietly as Hans rolled his eyes and told the crew members to go back to sleep.<br><br>“You can keep me in this bed for as long as you like, Hans.” Joren said in reply to Hans’s comment as he playfully rubbed himself against Hans’s erection. He was a little nervous but he knew that Hans would never do anything to hurt him and it was supposed to feel really good so Joren had no problem doing whatever it was that Hans might want of him that night. He loved Hans and Hans loved him back. That was all he really needed and anything Hans did to him, Joren knew would feel absolutely wonderful. Joren leaned back a little so that he could let his hands run up and down Hans’s chest before moving his hands away and allowed himself to lay down on Hans’s chest again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 04:39:01</strong>
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				Hans smiled at Joren as his eyes grew half lidded from Joren rubbing his hands over Han's chest. Hans's arms encircling Joren's lower back as he laid back down against him. Joren felt so wonderful against his body. Hans Rolled over, and laid Joren on his back, and he moved on top. Hans kissed the corner of Joren's lips, and began to move along his jaw. His hands sliding up and through Joren's hair. his finger tips brushing along his ears. they felt like velvet to Hans's fingers who more recently knew the touch of steel, and not Flower petals. Hans tried to be as gentle as he can be, but his once delicate fingers lost their dexterity to war. However, Hans was putting his whole heart into this. To erase Joren's pain with pleasure, and love. Hans continued his slow trek down Joren's neck to his shoulders. All the while his hands caressed Joren's body. Moving from his hips up his sides to his chest. feeling Joren's muscles, and fur underneath his palms, and fingers. It was intoxicating to share this with one that so quickly became something so precious to Hans. He had no words that could explain this phenomenon<br><br>Hans continued down from Joren's neck, and shoulder. raining tiny kisses that just brushed Joren's body. his warm breath rustling the fine hairs on Joren's chest as Hans approached his nipples. Hans started with one, tracing the edges of his lips on Joren's nub. Carefully watching his reaction as Hans continued. Hans licked his lips before taking the tip of his tongue and flicking Joren's nipple, and started to draw small circles around it. Hans gave Joren a hungry look before taking his nipple into his mouth and started to suck on it. his tongue twirling around the tip as he pulsed his sucking.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 07:12:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren grinned happily as he allowed Hans to roll him over onto his back wrapping his arms around Hans as he lay on his back. Joren felt so comfortable underneath Hans’s body, his weight was reassuring to the young tiger. It made Joren feel so safe so loved to be with Hans like this.&nbsp; Joren began to purr softly as he felt Hans rub his sensitive ears. Hans was a little rough but Joren didn’t mind it still felt wonderful. Normally Joren disliked people touching his ears as they were so sensitive maybe it was because Joren trusted Hans completely but when Hans rubbed Joren’s ears he thought it felt so lovely. Joren continued his purring as Hans began to kiss his way down Joren’s body.&nbsp; As Hans continued to kiss and explore Joren’s body, Joren allowed his own hands to roam down Hans’s back, wanting to know and remember every single inch of Hans’s body in perfect detail.<br><br>When Hans’s mouth arrived at Joren’s nipple and began to tease it with his tongue, Joren let out pleasured filled gasp which soon turned into a moan of ecstasy when Hans began to suck on it. Joren buried his face into his lover’s neck, eagerly kissing and licking it as Hans continued to suck his nipple. Joren was in heaven at the moment with the soothing scent of Hans filling his nostrils and Hans’s tongue dancing across his nipple giving the tiger wave upon wave of pleasure. Joren was so used to pain that he had almost forgotten what pleasure felt like but Hans seemed to have the ability to dull the pain and memories of the time before he met him. When Joren was with Hans like this he could forget it all, all the pain and suffering it was gone and the only thing that was Joren’s mind at the moment was Hans and how much he loved for him.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-05-2013, 21:13:35</strong>
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				Hans would move from one nipple to the other. When he wasn't teasing the nipple with his lips. His was with his fingers. drawing small circles on top, drawing his finger across it. Whatever his mind could think of to stimulate Joren. Hearing him moan fueled Hans's arousal as some pre-cum started to bead at the tip of his cock. Their hips rubbing together smearing the beads giving them a slick sensation. Hans couldn't get enough of teasing Joren. the noises he made. the expression on his face. The feeling of his body writhing against his own was so intoxicating and arousing. Hans wanted Joren, and wanted him badly. He wanted to share himself, and give himself to Joren completely. <br><br>Hans began to move down again. Placing a trail of kisses upon Joren's stomach. Sucking on his skin, and leaving love marks. Proof to Hans's affection for Joren. His hands slowly, and continuously sliding up, and down Joren's body. Hans soon came to his belly button. Han's tongue circled the rim, and would dip in. Teasing Joren with a foreshadowing of things to come. As he was doing this. One of Hans's hand slipped down, and gently wrapped around Joren's shaft. It felt so warm, and thick in his hand. Slowly his hand started to stroke Joren. His thumb sliding underneath Joren's cock, and over the tip. Hans was working a very steady, gentle rhythm. Hans wanted Joren to feel nothing but absolute pleasure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 02:41:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren couldn’t help himself as Hans kissed his way down his body, he wriggled and writhed trying to get as much contact between Hans and himself as possible. The marks Hans was leaving on Joren’s body stood in stark contrast when compared to the scars and other marks that the slavers had left on his body. While the scars the slavers had left were made from greed and malice, the marks that Hans was leaving behind him were made out of love and good feelings.<br><br>When Hans reached Joren’s belly and slipped his hand down to the tiger’s cock, Joren whispered softly “Hans… That feels so good. Please don’t stop.” Even as he spoke, Joren gently bucked his hips against Hans’s hands trying to get even more pleasure than he was already receiving.” Joren wanted to show Hans that he was willing to give himself completely to Hans as long as Hans was willing to accept Joren and all the broken parts that came with him. He wanted Hans to know that he would do anything for the man who had saved his life not because he was honor bound or felt like he owed it to Hans but because Joren loved him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-05-2013, 22:41:58</strong>
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				Hans looked up to Joren as he spoke about how good it felt. Hans smiled as he began to pump a bit faster. Though what he is about to do, He wondered what Joren would think of it. Hans had a girl do it to him, it felt amazing. Hans lowered himself to just above Joren's cock. Licking his lips, Hans started to lick the underside of Joren's cock, sliding the tip of his tongue around the head. Moistening it up before Hans took the tip into his mouth, and began to suck on it. Much like he did with Joren's nipples. His tongue swirling around the head vigorously. All the while, he kept stroking Joren's shaft. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 00:51:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren gave a loud gasp as he began to wriggle beneath Hans’s tongue. Joren unsure about what else to do reaches down with one of his hands and begisn to Hans’s hair enjoying the feeling of Hans’s hair running beneath his fingers even as he began to lose himself in the pleasure that Hans was giving him. “Hans, that feels amazing. Where did you learn to do that?”&nbsp; Joren tried to avoid bucking his hips so Hans doesn’t choke but the pleasure overrode his mind’s control for the moment and he can’t help but buck his hips as tried to feel more of that pleasant warmth to surround his cock.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 04:27:11</strong>
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				Hans was a bit preoccupied to answer Joren at the moment. Though he was caught a bit off guard when Joren bucked his hips, but Hans recovered quickly. Starting to take more of Joren into his mouth. Bobbing his head as he sucked joren's cock. As he pulled back, he would suck. All the while waggling his tongue long Joren's shaft. One of Hans's hands came up and cupped Joren's balls. Rolling them softly in his hand. The other was sliding up Joren's chest. Playing, and fiddling with Joren's nipples. Hans was trying to stimulate Joren in multiple ways at once. he wanted desperately to ease the pain of Joren's memories, and dull them with the pleasure that only a lover could provide. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 06:33:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren tried his best to make the pleasure last as long as possible. All the pleasurable stimulation he was getting from Hans was making his mind go blank leaving Joren without even a chance to think about the slavers and what had happened to him just a short time ago. The only thing that the tiger could even think about trying to focus on was Hans. As Hans continued his work on Joren’s body, all Joren could really do was wriggle and writhe beneath him, making small gasps moans and mewls. The feeling of Han’s fingers on his nipples and balls, the feeling of Han’s warm mouth upon his cock was quickly making Joren reach the edge of his pleasure threshold.“Hans…” Joren calls in a soft voice, “I think I’m getting close.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-05-2013, 17:14:02</strong>
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				As Hans heard Joren give out his warning, he had a small debate in his mouth. Should He, or shouldn't he? This Tiger had quickly become someone quite special to Hans, and he wanted to do right by him. So the decision was made, and Hans redoubled his efforts to help Joren reach his climax. He increased this suction, and the stroking. Taking the entire length of Joren's cock into his mouth. A soft moan coaxing Joren to release. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 00:53:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The pleasure Joren received as Hans took the rest of his cock into his warm mouth was overwhelming. If he had been on the brink before now he was straddling on the edge of the fence. The straw that broke the camel’s back however was the feeling of Hans’s mouth and throat as it reverberated around Joren’s cock as Hans moaned. “Hans!” Joren cried out just before he released his hot seed into Hans’s mouth and down his throat. When Joren finished he lay back exhausted. “That felt amazing Hans.” Joren said before purring content as he basks in the afterglow of his climax. “Do you want me to do the same to you or do you want to go ahead and move on to the next step?” Joren asked, blushing a little from his question.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 01:33:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans was taken a bit by surprise with Joren's climax. It tasted salty, but not as terrible as he thought. It could be that it was because it was Joren's seed that was the determining factor. Hans felt immensely satisfied seeing how content Joren was as he laid on the bed. Hans used his tongue to lick Joren clean and get every last drop before removing his mouth. "Mmm, <em>My</em> Tiger taste delicious." Hans purred as he slowly began to move back up Joren's body. His own cock throbbing, and and dripping in precum as it bumped into Joren's balls, and settled itself at the entrance to his ass. The head pressing against Joren's bud. Eager to start mating with this young Tigerkyn. However, that wasn't what was on Hans's mind. His ran his hands, and fingers through Joren's hair. Hans smiled as he leaned down and kissed him passionately. Not really answering his question, but simply going with what felt good at the time. "Did you like that, My beautiful tiger?" Hans whispered as he looked deep into Joren's eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>11-05-2013, 03:24:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren continued his soft purring as Hans licked and cleaned his shaft. It felt so pleasant and Joren allowed himself to simply lay back and float on the wonderful cloud of pleasure as Hans cleaned him while Joren reveled in the afterglow of his climax. It felt so good when Hans called Joren his Tiger, to have a place where knew he belonged. He was a little embarrassed at being called delicious but it being Hans who called him that Joren didn’t mind all that much. When he felt Hans’s head pressed up against him, Joren wiggled his hips a little trying to bring Hans a little bit of pleasure and demonstrate how much he wanted Hans to be Hans’s tiger. When Hans asked the Tigerkyn if he had enjoyed it, he slowly nodded his head, “Yes, I enjoyed that a lot Hans. It made me feel really good and I want to make you feel really good too. I want to be your tiger, just like you’re my savior, my soldier, my lover.” Joren hugged Hans and held onto him wanting to be as close as possible to Hans.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 03:34:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans hugged Joren as tightly as he could without hurting him. Hans loved Joren so much, that he couldn't imagine being without him now. Hans felt like that he was weird for enjoying cuddling up with someone. However, to find someone that enjoyed it as much as Hans did. that was a tremendous boon and Hans was very thankful that he saved Joren. A part of him was thinking that perhaps he was meant to save this adorable Tigerkyn. Perhaps that he, and Joren were actually meant to meet. That they were destined to fall in love....No, that couldn't be. It was a silly romantic notion that only exist in fairy tales. Such things could exist, could they? Course, they were in another world completely dominated by races that would have only been found in a Story book, so one could guess that destined lovers could be possible. <br><br>Hans eased his weight upon Joren as he continued to kiss, and nuzzle the young tiger. He was relishing in the contact, the affection. It was what he craved, and needed. A reason to feel human once more. A reason to love. "My precious tiger. I love you so. I never want to be without you." Hans whispered as he looked deep into Joren's eyes. He smiled as he slowly rolled over and pulled Joren on top of him. "Relax, my beloved. There is no need to rush. Just having you with me is more pleasure than I can describe. I can't possibly fathom being without you anymore." Hans whispered as he caressed Joren's cheek. the boy didn't feel like he weighed anything, and felt perfect upon Hans's chest and stomach. Hans hands continued to slide up and down Joren's back as he simply laid there and relished in the contact between them. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Joren." Hans mused aloud as he laid his head back and hummed softly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 17:27:10</strong>
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				Joren returned Hans’s hug, wanting nothing more to be as close to Hans as possible. Joren hadn’t ever imagined after he had been captured that anyone could make him feel so loved, like he was worth something more than the price someone was willing to pay for him. Joren didn’t know much about destiny and the like. Frankly he didn’t care about those things. He just knew how much he loved Hans and how much the man meant to him. Joren did his best to return Hans’s kisses and nuzzles with his own but it was a little difficult as he just wanted to just lay here and bask in Hans’s attention to him. Joren wanted to stay with Hans forever. Even if that meant leaving everything behind to go with Hans and the other tankers back to their world.<br>&nbsp;<br>Joren helped Hans to roll him over. Once he was on top of Hans Joren rested his weight on top of him. The words Hans was whispering to him made Joren feel so good. He needed those words. He needed to know that he had a place where he was needed instead of just being flotsam in a sea full of people and when Hans reached up to carress his cheek Joren found himself leaning into that gently touch, loving how Hans’s touch was always followed by a pleasurable tingle. Hans’s last few words struck Joren deeply and he couldn’t help but reply, “Me too Hans. I don’t want to be with you and be your tiger forever.” Joren didn’t want to think about this next part but he felt like he needed to say it. “When we find a way home for you and the rest of the tankers, I want to go with you. I don’t have anything else except you and I’d do anything to stay with you even if that means giving up everything I know. You mean that much to me. I love you that much.” Joren whispered before laying his head on Hans’s shoulder and held the soldier tightly, as if Hans might be ripped away from him like Joren’s old life had been.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 04:51:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans gave Joren a smile as he asked for Hans to take him with him if they ever found a way back to their world. "either in this world of mine. We'll never be apart." Hans vowed as he shifted a bit. His cock having gotten flaccid again, but still felt pleasurable against his now lover. "I love you Joren, and nothing will change that." Hans whispered as kissed Joren. "rest now, my beautiful tiger. rest easy. I promise to protect you with all my strength." Hans whispered. Leaning back, he closed his eyes before he rolled to the side. Burying his face into Joren's fur, and chest. Hans breathing in this scent and sighed lovingly. "Forever, my tiger. Forever we'll be together." Hans whispered as he closed his eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>15-05-2013, 07:21:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren continued to hold onto Hans as he promised him that they would stay together. That was all that Joren wanted, to be with Hans. When Hans kissed him, Joren returned it with a gentle kiss of his own. Joren felt a little guilty that he hadn't been able to help Hans find a pleasure filled release but if Hans didn't want to rush things that was fine with Joren. He would go at whatever pace Hans wanted to go. Joren was tired but he couldn't go to sleep yet not until he said one last thing, “I love you Hans more than anything that exists in either of our two worlds.” After Joren had finished his sleepy declaration, he closed his eyes and slowly drifted back to sleep, having never felt more safe and comfortable then he was right now in Hans’s arms. While Joren slept he never let go Hans showing that even in his sleep that he never wanted to leave his loving guardian, not even for a moment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 17:13:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans smiled as he heard Joren's words. It was amazing how wonderful he felt right at that moment. How loved, and how good it felt to love. Joren's fur felt absolutely amazing against Hans's bare flesh and Hans was looking forward to many more nights interlaced with his lover. There was a nice word, "Lover." Yes, Joren, and Hans were now lovers. Though was there more? Did they have Marriage in this world? Was the love of two males even allowed? Hans didn't know it, but there wasn't a word for Homosexuality in this word, It was simply called loving making like everything else. It wasn't looked upon with scorn, misunderstanding, or disgust like in Hans world. Though Hans's eyes were closed, he wasn't asleep. He simply laid there in his lover's arms and relished the contact. "This must be what paradise feels like." He mused as he softly nuzzled Joren's furry chest. "So soft" he giggled in contentment. <br><br>Hans allowed his hands to wander a bit as he felt Joren's chest rising, and falling evenly. "I'll protect you, and love you till the day I die, my beautiful tiger." he purred as one hand came to rest upon Joren's tight ass. Squeezing the Cheek softly as Hans relished in the sensation of Joren's body against his. However, quickly enough Sleep was calling Hans's name too. He held on to Joren just as tightly as Joren was holding on to him. Neither, it appeared, wanted to be without the other. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>18-05-2013, 22:55:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Throughout the rest of the time that Joren was asleep, he continued to keep a hold of Hans. Nuzzling Hans and just allowing himself to stay as close to the soldier as possible. It seemed that is was Joren’s turn to wake up first this as he slowly awoke with a sleepy smile when he realized that Hans was still holding on to him. The tiger wiggled a bit until his head lay beneath Hans’s chin doing his best not to wake up Hans. Joren closed his eyes and enjoyed being held by Hans until Joren shifted position so that he was on his side with Hans’s arms wrapped around his chest. This position also had unintentional side effect of pressing the tiger’s bum against Hans’s manhood. He hoped that Han’s would remain asleep for a while longer, he was so comfortable and he didn't want this moment to end. Who knew when the lovers might get another chance at some alone time in a proper bed? Joren certainly didn't and he wasn't sure how much alone time he would get with Hans in the future. The tiger closed his eyes and decided just to lie back and wait until Hans woke up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 00:49:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans groaned a bit as Joren shifted his position to where they were spooning. Han's manhood nestling quite comfortably in the crack of Joren's bum. The moving, and shifting caused Hans's manhood to get aroused and harden somewhat. A soft moan escaping Hans's lips. "Mmm, Joren...Beautiful Tiger." Hans would then bury his face into the back of Joren's head. the soft scent of his fur, and hair was so relaxing, and soothing to Hans. though shifting his hips was causing a nice tingle in his neither regions and coaxed him to grind his manhood against Joren's butt. The increasingly aroused cock quickly becoming more, and more erect as it went deeper between Joren's cheek. "Mmm, Joren. I love you so much." Hans mumbled as his dreams were turning erotic. "Please stay with me forever." He continued to speak in his sleep. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 04:03:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren opened his eyes as he felt something poking and grinding against his butt. It took him a few moments to realize what it was and when he did realize what it was it made him blush in embarrassment but at the same time he also felt happy that he could make Hans excited even while he was asleep. No matter if Hans was asleep or not it still felt good to have Hans say that he wanted Joren to be with him forever. <br><br>Despite the fact that Hans rubbing against felt pleasurable, Joren didn't want to go any farther than they just had unless Hans was awake. “Hans…” Joren whispered. “Hans, wake up.” Joren said a bit more insistently, reaching behind him to shake Hans a little doing his best to gently wake Hans up before anything else happened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 04:52:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans let out a groan as he was woken up by Joren. He didn't want to wake up cause he was so comfortable, and something felt wonderful. However, he slowly opened his eyes as he raised his head. "Joren?..." He asked groggily. Blinking his eyes in a rather uncoordinated fashion. His Deep blue eyes find Joren's. he let out a soft giggle as he pressed his lips to Joren's. A low moan escaping his throat. "Morning Joren. Is it breakfast time?" Hans asked, before he started to nuzzle Joren cheeks. "I had a rather nice dream about you. We were laying in bed naked and simply holding each other. It felt wonderful." Hans cooed happily. Not taking notice where his erect manhood was deeply nestled. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>19-05-2013, 07:56:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“No, I don’t think its breakfast time yet, Hans, unless you want to get up.” Joren said purring from all the attention Hans was giving him. “Your dream sounds wonderful almost as wonderful as wonderful as our current situation.” Joren said, tilting his head so that he could look up at Hans as well as give him a small lick on the chin. “The reason I woke you up was umm… because of where your uh… manhood is at the moment.” Joren said blushing. “And I didn't want to go any further then we have so far as an accident. If we’re going to go any further I wanted it to be when you were awake. If you’re ready of course. If you’re not I don’t mind waiting I just want to as much time with you as possible. If it were possible I’d want to spend eternity with you so don’t feel pressured to do anything just because of our position.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 17:22:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It took Hans a moment to connect the dots of what Joren was saying. Course, a gentle shift of his hips pushed the message home. Hans blushed as he raised the sheet, and looked down. Seeing that yes, he was nestled quiet "Comfortably" Between Joren's tight cheeks. It felt strangely good, and Hans found himself reluctant to leave such an embrace. However, he wasn't sure if he was ready to go that far yet. He also didn't want to jump the gun with Joren. Joren was too precious to him. He gave an embarrassed chuckle as he pulled his throbbing member from between Joren's cheeks. Though he didn't release the boy from his embrace. "I am sorry, Joren." He whispered as he laid onto his back. A very tall tent being raised from His erection. It twitched with each heart beat. "I hope every morning can be like this, Joren...My precious tiger." Hans cooed as he looked at Joren with desire, and love in his eyes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 05:17:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“It’s okay, Hans. You don’t need to apologize. I just didn't want you to do something while you were asleep.”&nbsp; Joren said as he nuzzled Hans’s shoulder. After a few moments he stopped his nuzzling and looked at the large tent that Hans was creating. It didn't seem fair to Joren that Hans had given him so much pleasure and yet he hadn't done the same for Hans. Joren wanted to try and bring the same pleasure to Hans that he had given him. “If you don’t want to go any farther that’s fine but I love you Hans and I at least want to give you the same pleasure that you gave me.” After he finished speaking he slipped out of Hans’s embrace and under the covers. Once he was under the covers he crawled in between Hans’s legs and wrapped one of his paws around Hans’s manhood, and gently stroked it before giving it a lick. “I hope this’ll make you feel as good for you as it did for me.” Joren gave Morgan’s head another lick before slowly taking it into his mouth. Joren was being very careful as he didn't want to cause Morgan any discomfort with his fangs. Once it was in his mouth, Joren wasn't sure exactly what to do, so he simply began to caress Morgan’s manhood with his rough tongue while it was in his mouth before he began to gently suck on it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 15:34:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans watched Joren as he slipped beneath the covers and felt his fur slid across his skin. Hans swallowed hard as he guessed as to what Joren was about to do. As he felt Joren settle between his legs, Hans spread his legs more to allow Joren more room, and to be comfortable. Hans gasped as he felt Joren's paw wrap around his thick shaft. Joren's paw felt so soft and warm. It was amazing. So this is what it felt like to be touched by a real lover, and not some whore. A soft moan was coaxed from Hans's lips as Joren began to pump his shaft. Feeling the sandpaperish tongue of Joren. Hans expected it to be painful, but it was the exact opposite. It felt luxurious, and had shivers washing over Hans's body. The second lick caused hans to stiffen up as he fought the urge to buck. What Joren was doing felt amazing. Hans could feel all the love, and adoration the Tiger-kyn. Hans let out a sharp gasp, and moan as Joren took his manhood into his mouth. "Oh God, Joren...that feels amazing!" He panted as he reached down, and ran his fingers through Joren's hair.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>23-05-2013, 16:30:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				If Hans were to lift up the covers, he’d see Joren’s tail swaying back and forth with delight, happy that he was making his lover feel so much pleasure. Joren had just begun to try and take more of Han’s manhood into his mouth when he felt Hans’s fingers running through his hair he let out a small purr causing his mouth vibrating around Hans’s cock. Joren continue to try and fit more of Hans in his mouth but unable to get more than three quarters of the way down to the base. A little disappointed with himself he did the next best thing, pulling back a little Joren began to gently pump Hans’s manhood&nbsp; &nbsp;even as Joren allowed his tongue to roam and caress all of Hans’s manhood that his tongue could reach. Joren was determined to make Hans feel as good as possible. He’d done so much for him and Joren wanted to show how much everything Hans had done meant to him. He tried to put all his love and care for Hans into his actions. He loved Hans so much and he just wanted to make Hans as happy as he had made him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 03:14:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans let out a moan, and started to arch his back as he felt the vibrations from Joren's purring cause his throbbing shaft to quiver. Adding to the textured sensation of Joren's tongue, and the "Eagerness" that Joren was showing to please Hans. It was almost to much for the young tanker to bare. Hans never felt like this. Yes, Joren was inexperienced, but that didn't matter. Hans could tell that Joren was putting his entire being into trying to please him, and Oh how he was pleasing Hans right at that moment. Hans's eyes began to grow half-lidded as Joren began to bob his head over his length. Hans's hands slipped from Joren's hair to the bed sheets. gripping them tightly as his toes started to curl. What Joren did to him felt amazing. "Joren....I...I love you so much!" Hans panted as his felt a knot tightening just below his naval. He tightened his muscles to hold off his climax as long as possible. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>28-05-2013, 03:29:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren continued to try and please Hans, bobbing his head up and down Hans’s length but he couldn't do this forever. He was trying to breathe through his nose but it was rather&nbsp; difficult for him to get enough air so he pulled away for a moment and took a few breathes before taking Hans’s length back into his mouth. He was so happy to be able to please Hans like this and to hear Hans saying he loved him just made him that much happier. Joren might not have been able to see Hans’s expression but he could tell that Hans was getting close when he felt Hans’s hands slip from his head. Joren bobbed his head faster now trying to get him to climax. He didn't care if Hans shot into his mouth. Joren just wanted to make Hans feel good. Joren increased the pressure of his sucking and the speed at which he was licking Hans’s shaft.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 01:27:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				That knot continued tighten and grow within Hans, he couldn't hold it back much longer. Joren's actions were just igniting a fire within. "J...Joren..." Hans gasped as he had to swallow thickly. "Joren, I am going to cum." He panted. While he may have taken Joren's seed within him. Hans didn't know if Joren was willing too, so he was giving him a warning. A moment later, his hot seed began to spill out as all the muscles in Hans's body locked up. It would take a moment before he could even relax. Hans laid their a moment gasping as it was one of the most wonderful orgasms he had ever experienced. "Thank you...thank you my beautiful tiger." He panted as his hands reached down to hold the Tiger boy that captured his heart. "I love you so much." He whispered 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>29-05-2013, 06:33:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren didn't even consider pulling away when Hans said he was going to cum. Hans had swallowed his seed and now Joren was going to do the same. He eagerly swallowed Hans’s seed. Joren found the taste to be strange and yet it was also oddly delicious. He didn't really know why this was maybe it was because he loved Hans so much.&nbsp; In the end it didn't matter to Joren. All he wanted to do was try and bring Hans to a state of bliss.&nbsp; He kept Hans’s cock in his mouth for a few more seconds licking and sucking Hans’s cock until it was completely clean. As he pulled away from Hans’s cock a small string of saliva trailed from his mouth to Hans’s dick connecting Joren and Hans for another moment before he wiped it away and climbed his way back up Hans’s body. “I love you too Hans, more than anything.” Joren cooed affectionately before giving Hans a small lick on the chin and a gentle nuzzle on the shoulder. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 04:52:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans couldn't move for several minutes as Joren cleaned him. He never experienced such an intense orgasm before. It was truly earth shattering. His chest rose, and fell in deep breaths as Hans tried to calm his rapidly beating heart. He managed to raise his head as he felt Joren remove himself from his manhood. It glistening a bit from his saliva. Hans's lips turned up as he saw Joren climb up, and lay next to him. Hans's arms encircling him in a needy fashion. Joren's words caused shivers to run up, and down Hans's spine. The Lick and nuzzle driving the words home like a One-Two punch. Hans held him tightly as he buried his face into him. "My Precious Joren. My beautiful, precious tiger." He whispered. His body shaking a little bit as he never cared so deeply for another person as he did Joren. "I want you by my side forever." He gushed as he held Joren against his hot flushed chest. "There will be no one else but you." Hans promised. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 06:12:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren returned Hans’s words with a smile and a vow of his own. “I won’t ever leave you Hans. I’ll stay with you forever.”&nbsp; Joren snuggled deeper into Hans’s embrace and laying his head on top of Hans’s chest. Hans’s words were an island for Joren in the middle of the tumultuous waters that was his life at the moment. He’d felt lost before he’d met Hans but now that Joren had Hans he like he’d found a place where he could joyfully spend the rest of his days. “You've saved me Hans in more ways than one and then there is no place I’d rather be than at your side.” Joren confided, he also blushed a little as he admitted the next part. “You’re the first person I’ve ever loved this way and I’ll hope you’ll be the last because I can’t imagine my life without you in it.” Joren meant everything he was saying, even the bit about Hans being his first love. Joren had always been too shy and quiet to make a lot of friends and he never would've been brave enough to try and court someone.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-05-2013, 20:22:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans was in euphoric bliss as he laid there with Joren. He let out a loved filled sigh upon hearing his words. In his mind, Hans figured this was why he came to his world. To find, and love Joren with all his heart. Hans was being to think of how far to take the relationship, and not in a sexual manner, but in a "Permanent" manner, but a soft knocking on the door interrupted his thoughts. It was the Innkeeper, her gentle voice just barely being heard through the thick wooden door. "Breakfast will be served soon." She chimed. At the mention of Food, Hans's stomach growled a little bit. He looked at Joren and smiled. "I am getting a bit hungry. How about you?" He asked right as another idea came to him. "What about a nice bath after breakfast?" He suggested before pulling Joren closer to whisper in a sultry manner in his ear. "Hopefully, it will be a <em>Private</em> bath." He cooed. His hands sliding down to grasp Joren's tight, and toned asscheeks. Giving them an suggestive squeeze. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>31-05-2013, 06:44:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren smiled at Hans as he spoke. “I’m starving and a private bath after breakfast sounds perfect. The only way that this could be better would be if we could get breakfast in bed but I don’t see that happening unfortunately.” Joren said as he reluctantly pulled away from Hans’s embrace. He gives Hans one last show as he arches his back and stretches out like a cat before he crawls his way out of bed on all fours, his ass and tail waving behind him. Once was out of bed he made his way over to the place where he had hung his new clothes and put them on. The new tunic and trousers fit him rather well. It was nice to be wearing clothes that weren't either rag or was too big for him. The only problem he had with the shirt was that it didn't smell of Hans but other than that he was completely satisfied with his new clothes. After he was dressed the tiger-kyn waited semi-patiently for Hans, his tail’s rapid movement was betraying his otherwise patient actions, to get dressed as well so they could head off to breakfast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-06-2013, 18:00:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans chuckled as Joren mentioned breakfast in bed. "yes, but then I would have to share your beautiful nude form with whom ever delivered the meal, and I don't want to. I want you all to myself Joren." Hans teased. Though as He watched Joren stretch, and followed crawling off the bed. Hans couldn't help but look at Joren rather lustfully. Particularly his ass, which had Hans's cock twitching and eager to find out how nice it would be to make love with him. once Joren finished getting dressed, It was Hans's turn. He pulled the covers, and showed exactly how nice he thought Joren looked. His cock seemly pulsating as Hans stood up. It would be a bit difficult for him to get his trousers on, until he relaxed a bit. Only then was he able to button it up. He would wear the same dull grey uniform as before, but as he got dressed, he would look at Joren and smile, or throw flirty winks his way. Once he was finished, Hans came over to Joren and wrapped his arms around him, and pulled the tiger kyn against him. Revealing that he still had a rather aroused cock. "My beautiful tiger." Hans cooed as his hands slide down to grip the boy's ass. "you look so good Joren." Hans stated with deep desire in his voice. His lips finding Joren's again as Hans gave him a love infused kiss that spoke more than words can describe. "I love you Joren, with all my heart." Hans whispered as he released the Kiss and took Joren's hand. "Shall we then?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>03-06-2013, 05:23:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren gave Hans a warm smile while the soldier was getting dressed. “Looks like I’m not the only one who gets a little a jealous.” Joren said as he stared at Hans’s erection. A pleasurable tingling ran through Joren’s body as he realized how much Hans wanted him and as Hans wrapped his arms around him Joren eagerly pulled himself as close to Hans as possible. Tilting his head upward Joren returned Hans’s love filled kiss with his own and was struck dumb for a few moments by the love that seemed to emanate from Hans. Joren squeezed Hans’s hand when it was placed in his. “I love you too, Hans.”&nbsp; Tugging on the soldier’s arm and with his tail waving behind him, Joren practically dragged Hans with him as they exited their room. “Now come on I’m hungry.” Joren said with childlike impatience. He’d gone hungry enough times during his time in captivity to hate missing a meal.<br><br>On their way down the stairs Joren never let go of Hans’s hand and he continued to give Hans a small pull forward every time he thought Hans wasn't going fast enough. It wasn't just the promise of a good breakfast that made the tiger kyn hurry down the stairs it was also the thought of a private bath with Hans afterward. Joren knew that they weren't going to get a lot of private time together once they left the village and he wanted to make as good use of their time here as he possibly could. Upon reaching the bottom of the stairs, Joren made a beeline for the table they had been sitting in the night before. Once he and Hans were sitting down, he looked up at Mona with a happy smile. “What’s for breakfast, Mona?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-06-2013, 23:06:56</strong>
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				Hans could only laugh as he was almost dragged through the inn. It was so nice to see to see Joren so happy, and energetic. It was a such a sharp departure from how he looked, and acted the first time they met. As They sat down, Hans scooted his chair closer to Joren and placed his hand in the tigerkyn's. Mona chuckled at the site. "We have bacon, eggs, biscuits, and sliced fruit." She chirped happily. "Sounds delicious!" Hans chimed in as the other tankers nodded in agreement. Mona disappeared into the kitchen as Hans looked at Joren. There was a twinkle in his eye that wasn't there before. "It would seem that something good happened last night." Joren teased. Hans instantly blushed, but pulled Joren closer. "You can say that." He replied. Suddenly the table erupted in cheer. "Yeah, Hans finally has someone to cuddle that isn't us!" Gustav declared. Though it was more in jest, but the men were honestly happy for their commander. Sure, it was unexpected, but they cared for each other enough to be happy that Hans found someone very special. The Men congratulated both Hans, and Joren. <br><br>Mona quickly returned with hot plates and set them down in front of the men. Each on instantly began to devour the meal. Hans shook his head as he looked at Joren. "Let's eat, and hurry to our <em>Bath</em>" He cooed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 02:03:18</strong>
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				Joren blushed crimson under all the cheering and congratulations from the other tankers but at the same time he couldn't help but give the others a small smile. He was glad that the others tankers were accepting his and Hans’s relationship. Joren knew that the people in his world would accept it but he hadn’t been sure if a relationship between two males would be accepted by those from Hans’s world.<br><br>Joren nodded his head at Hans’s suggestion and quickly began to devour the food on the plate in front of him. He needed to recover his strength from their exertions earlier that morning and the ones that he hoped would come during their time in the bath. He didn't eat so fast however that he didn't taste the food. The food was all in all quite delicious and he was going to miss the food when they left to continue their journey. “Do you think we can get any of this food to go? It’d make a nice change from the rations.” Joren stopped eating for a moment before reaching over and giving Han’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Can’t wait for our bath.” Joren purred softly with his tail waving behind him and if Hans could see under the table he’d see a rather large tent in between the tiger kyn’s legs. Joren quickly returned to his meal so that he could quickly finish it up and move on to a bath with Hans.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 03:09:26</strong>
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				In Hans's world, Male relationships were not accepted, but scorned, and hated. However, Hans's crew knew they were not in their world, and that hans was a good man, and deserved his happiness. Even if it meant in the arms of another man. Hans nodded to Joren. "that is a very good idea. It would be good change." Hans stated as he looked deeply into Joren's eyes. Hans returned the squeeze with one of his own. He smiled, and chuckled as he watched Joren devour his food. Joren was so eager, and so was Hans. After a moment, Hans took Joren's hand underneath the table, and placed it in his crotch. There, Joren felt something thick, and hard protruding from Hans's trousers. Hans was also sporting a rather large erection just thinking about all the things he wanted to share with Joren in the bath. Hans then moved his own hands to Joren's erection. A hungry smile upon his lips as he looked at Joren. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 04:08:25</strong>
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				Joren blushed as felt Hans’s erection. “Are you almost finished, Hans? I think I need to take a bath pretty soon.” Joren said as he wiggled his hips a bit against Hans’s hand and looked up at the soldier with need filled eyes. Joren hadn't ever needed someone as much as he needed Hans at this moment. It was like his body was hardwired to love Hans. Joren would've do anything Hans asked him to at this point and he returned Hans’s hungry smile with his own and scooted closer to Hans. Laying his head against Hans’s shoulder, he gave Hans’s hand another squeeze. If he and Hans hadn't been in public at the moment, he would be doing more than just resting his head on Hans’s shoulder.&nbsp; He’d be purring and rubbing himself all over Hans, in order to try and give and receive as much affection as possible but alas they were in the middle of the inn and he doubted Mona would be very appreciative of the public display of affection.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 04:17:33</strong>
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				"Actually, as a matter a fact. I am finished." Hans declared as there was an empty plate before him. Hans looked to the others for a moment. "Take the day off. We haven't had a chance to relax in a while." Hans stated, but quickly added an addendum. "If that is alright with Mona." He stated as he looked at the innkeeper. She only smiled and nodded. "it is perfectly alright with me." She stated. She seemed to already have an idea what was on Hans's and Joren's agenda. The others smiled and dashed out to god know where. Leaving Joren, and hans alone. Which was a good thing. As Hans stood up. His erection was quite visible. "Are you ready?" he asked Joren. <br><br>Mona told them of a special bath in the back. It was for lovers so they could throughly enjoy their time. Hans smiled at her and thanked her profusely. He didn't waste anytime getting back there. It almost seemed like a foot race between the two. No sooner than the door was shut than Hans came up and wrapped his arms around Joren. "I wanted to be with you the moment we left the bed." Hans admitted. He knelt down, and began to undress Joren. Hans's desire, and arousal only increasing with each article of clothing that he took off. "I want you so bad, Joren." Hans cooed. <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 05:48:34</strong>
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				Joren grinned as he heard that Hans was finished and when he was asked whether he was ready or not he replied with a rapid yes. Racing with Hans to the bath, he gave Hans another he felt the soldier wrap his arms around him and as Han’s began to remove Joren’s clothes the tiger kyn did what he could to help Hans get him out of his clothes, raising his arms when Hans went to take off his shirt pulling his legs out of his pants as they were lowered. It didn’t take long for the tiger kyn to be completely nude. Once he was undressed Joren helped Hans to do the same. <br><br>The sight of Hans’s naked body made Joren lick his lips and he gave Hans a tender kiss while he was still within easy reach. “It was so hard to restrain myself when we were eating. I wanted to sit in your lap and just purr as I nuzzled and cuddled with you. I felt like I needed your touch.”&nbsp; Joren gave Hans another quick smile. “I love you so much Hans.” Joren said as he took Hans’s hand and gently led him over to the shower so that they could rinse themselves off before entering the main bath. Once they were over at the shower Joren turned it on and made sure it was hot before stepping into the spray and pulling Hans in with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 15:52:07</strong>
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				Joren wasn't the only person taken in the nudity. Hans's breath was taken away as he saw Joren nude standing before him. He was so beautiful that Hans's mind went blank for a moment. He smiled as he let Joren undress him. Helping, like Joren did, with all the buckles, and buttons and such. Till finally, Hans was just as nude as Joren. Hans eager took Joren into his arms, and returned his kiss. Hans smiled as Joren admitted to how hard it was to restrain himself, and how badly he wanted to cuddle, and sit in Hans's lap. "If you had sat in my lap, you would have felt something poking your tight butt quite eagerly." Hans teased with a chuckle. emphasizing his statement by grounding his erection into Joren a bit which sent shivers of pleasure up, and down Hans's body. <br><br>Hans obediently followed Joren towards the shower, His eyes finding Joren's rump and his tail swishing. Hans licked his lips at the sight. He waited as Joren prepared the shower. Hans laughed as Joren then suddenly pulled him in under the spray. Hans wrapped his arms around the boy, and held him tightly as the hot water cascaded down over their bodies. "You look so sexy right now, my precious Tiger." Hans whispered as he stroked Joren's wet hair. His other hand sliding up, and down Joren's back, and all the way down to his butt where Hans would give it and affectionate squeeze. Hans then took the soap, and began lathering Joren up. While it was to get the Tiger boy clean from all their play earlier, but mainly it was an excuse to touch, caress, and fondle Joren's irresistible body. "I love touching you, holding you." Hans would whispered as he watched the soap cling to Joren so enticingly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 06:39:36</strong>
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				Joren let out his own peal of joyful laughter and wrapped his own arms around Hans when he felt Hans wrap his arms around him. He couldn't help it. Hans’s laughter was contagious and he was just so happy to be with Hans. He let go as Hans began to stroke his hair and returned Hans’s affectionate touches by gently rubbing his head against Hans’s hand and ensuring that the soldier’s hand ran over his sensitive ears. Normally the tiger-kyn disliked having someone touching his ears. They were sensitive and when people weren’t careful it was rather easy to cause him pain but he could feel Hans’s love coming from the touch and Joren’s ears seemed to be attuned to Hans’s love and he could only feel pleasure coming from Hans’s touch.&nbsp; The young tiger couldn't help but purr.&nbsp; “I don’t know why but you always seem to be able to touch the right spots that make me feel good and when I look at you I can’t help but be thankful that I was saved by such a sexy and wonderful person.” Joren whispered.<br><br>When Hans moved from stroking to lathering up Joren with the soap the tiger’s movements went with the change of location, he arched his body, leaned into the soldier’s touch and in short did everything possible to feel as much of Hans’s caress’s as possible. “It’s a good thing you found someone who loves being touched and held as much as you love touching and holding someone.” Once Joren was clean, he reluctantly pulled away from Hans’s caresses and took the soap from him. Slipping around behind Morgan, the tiger-kyn began to wash Hans’s back giving the soldier a gentle massage as he worked his way down his back. Once Joren had lathered and soaped up Hans’s back to his satisfaction he moved back to Hans’s front where he began to clean the soldier’s front doing his best to make sure he cleaned every single part of the soldier’s body.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-06-2013, 21:08:55</strong>
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				Hans laughed at Joren's observation about how much Hans loved to touch him, and how much Joren loved to be touched. "Yes, I consider myself very blessed to be your lover, Joren." Hans returned as he continued to lather/caress Joren's lithe body. Hans also massaged Joren's muscles as he did so. The last thing Hans did was rinse Joren off with the shower head. He marveled at how sexy Joren looked with the soap sliding off of his body and down the drain. Hans licked his lips, as he looked at Joren with a mixture of desire, and love. <br><br>Hans eagerly accepted Joren lathering him up, it was only fair. Hans let out soft moans as he felt Joren's nimble fingers sliding across his nearly hairless flesh. His muscles flexing, and contrasting to show off for his lover. Hans thought Joren was beautiful, and he wanted to be someone Joren liked to look at. The more Hans felt Joren's hands on him, the more he couldn't wait till they got into the tub.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 04:47:28</strong>
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				Joren continued soaping up Hans as watched the soldier’s muscles flex and contract. The tiger-kyn was completely entranced by the sight of Hans’s perfect body. He was so ensnared by the sight that he would occasionally wash the same spot several times having lost track of where he had washed. ”Gorgeous…” Joren muttered under his breath. Eventually the tiger finished washing up Hans, though he wasn't sure if he had cleaned everything. The combination of the sight of Hans’s body and Joren’s eagerness to get in the tub were distracting him from doing a good job. <br><br>When he was finished, Joren directed the shower’s spray towards Hans causing the soap to slide&nbsp; off his body in streams of soapy bubbles.<br>“Now that we've finished the shower, let’s get in the tub.” Joren said with a smile. He walked with Hans to the bath and let him get in the tub first. Once Hans was comfortably sitting in the tub Joren climbed into the tub and sat down in Hans’s lap facing him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 05:07:14</strong>
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				"yes, I am eager to have a soak with you, and only you. My Precious little tiger." Hans happily let the Tigerkyn lead him to the bathtub. Soft steam rising from its jade colored waters. it was a medium sized tub designed for intimate bathing. the tub surface had many different sitting positions available. Though it could be easily agreed that they were just for sitting. The air around it was thick with the smells of minerals, and other properties that were supposedly beneficial to couples in coupling. Hans smiled as Joren let him enter the water first. It felt luxurious, and warm. Hans finding a spot the allowed him to lean back a little. He let out a soft "mmm" before he looked up to Joren, and beckoned Joren to join him. For Hans could never be comfortable without his lover to hold. <br><br>Hans's smile broadened as Joren instinctively took a seat on his lap facing him. "You read my mind, love." He cooed as his hands were already encircling Joren's back, and pulling him close. Hans could Feel Joren's manhood against his stomach as Hans embraced him tightly. "It feels so wonderful to feel you against me, Love. I can stay like this forever." He whispered. Though quickly, Hans hands slipped down underneath the water, and gripped Joren's tight ass cheeks. Playfully squeezing them, and massaging them as he spread them apart. As he was doing this, Hans was planting little kisses all along Joren's neck, and jaw. Hans shifted his hips just a bit which allowed his throbbing erection to settle rather comfortably deep between Joren's cheeks. "Mmm, I think <em>He</em> likes it there." Hans teased as he rolled his hips a bit whiched caused his cock to saw a bit deeper between Joren's cheeks. Until the shaft of his rod was resting against Joren's bud.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 08:19:29</strong>
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				“I told you I wanted to sit in your lap, Hans.” Joren murmured distractedly leaning in as Hans wrapped him in his arms and held him close. Joren let out another small noise as he felt his manhood being pressed up against Hans’s stomach giving Joren a delightful tingling feeling inside him as he felt the warmth that was surrounding it. Joren gave Hans’s shoulder a gentle nuzzle in response to Hans’s statement to how much he liked holding Joren. “Then keep me with you forever and we can do this as much as you like.” The young tigerkyn soon found himself moaning softly as he felt his lover began to massage his rear end. He also tilted his head slightly baring his neck to Hans so that his lover could access his neck more easily. Soon Joren felt wonderful warmth that seemed to be pulsing settling in between his cheeks. As Hans moved his hips and said how his manhood liked being sandwiched in between Joren’s cheeks. <br><br>A blush crept up the tiger boy’s face. “I’m glad you like it.” Joren said shyly. “I think I like having it there too.” The blush intensified with the little tiger’s admission. He looked up at Hans a slight nervousness appearing in his eyes as he had no idea what he was supposed to do next. He’d never been with anybody until he’d been with Hans the night before and he was still unsure about what was done in these situations. He’d been running on instinct up and doing to Hans whatever Hans had done to him that had felt good until now. “Hans, this is my first time.” Joren admitted softly a little embarrassed by the fact that he’d never even gone out with anyone in his eighteen years. “I've never been with anybody before I met you and I’m not quite sure what it is I should do.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 04:03:14</strong>
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				Hans smiled at Joren as he mentioned that it was his first time. "That is ok, my love. It is my first time too." Hans admitted. While yes, Hans had been with women before. Joren was the first male he ever been with. "We'll take this slow, So we can feel each other out." Hans whispered as he moved his hands from Joren's backside, and up his back. bringing one hand out of the water, and cupping Joren's cheek. "Forever, My love. Forever I'll want you by my side." He whispered as his hand combed through Joren's hair, and found his ears. Hans chuckled a bit as he felt the velvetly like fur graze the tips of his fingers. It was his training as a florist that made his touch so gentle. When Handling flowers, one couldn't be rough. Otherwise you may damage something so beautiful. "You're ears are so soft, My beautiful Tiger." Hans stated as he leaned in and started to kiss Joren along his jaw. His arms encircling his small frame and pulling him close. "Joren, what do you think of Marriage?" Hans whispered as he started to move down the Tiger kyn's neck to his shoulder. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 08:27:51</strong>
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				Joren was glad that this was Hans’s first time as well. It comforted him somehow knowing that they were both inexperienced at this and that his performance wouldn't be compared to anyone’s. Then as Hans raised his hand to cup his cheek, Joren slowly rubbed his head again Hans’s hand. His eyes became half-lidded as he felt Hans’s fingers move from his cheek to stroke his ears, which twitched slightly every time Hans touched them. Joren was practically floating as Hans pulled him in and his lips moved to his jaw. He was brought back down to earth however when Hans spoke his next few words.<br><br>Joren’s brain stalled when he heard Hans mention marriage Joren hadn't even considered marriage. It wasn't like he didn't like the idea. The thought of being together with Hans forever was a dream come true. It was just that he had just been so happy simply being with Hans that the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. .“M-marriage? Y-you mean like the two of us together? I hadn't even… I mean I was just…” Joren continued to babble and stammer for a few more moments before his brain was able to put words together in a coherent sentence.&nbsp; “I-I think that spending the rest of my life with you would be… “ Joren paused trying to figure out how to describe his feeling but he realized that words just wouldn't be enough to describe his feelings. “I don’t think I can describe how good it would be.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 04:41:47</strong>
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				Hans smiled gently at his lover. "There is no rush. You, and I have all the time in the worlds." Hans promised before he moved to kiss his beloved again. Holding the Tigerkyn to his body as he felt Joren's arousal sandwiched between their stomachs. His own nestled between His cheeks. Hans Shifted a bit so he lay back even further, bring his cock to an angle that it started to press against Joren's ass. Hans gave Joren a hungry smile as his hands slipped down, to spread his ass cheeks a bit further. "I want to share myself with you, Joren. YOu, and no one else." Hans whispered. Hans swallowed hard, as he felt his heart begin to race. He looked at Joren in his eyes. "We don't have to do this, if you're not ready. I can wait for you Joren. You mean that much to me." Hans spoke, showing that he was more than willing to put Joren above his own desires. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>12-06-2013, 06:58:39</strong>
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				Joren shook his head when Hans said that they didn't have to do this. “No, it’s okay. I’m ready.” The Tigerkyn said before kissing Hans once more. Joren wanted to do this not just for Hans but for himself as well. He wanted Hans to take him, to make him his even if he was nervous. He loved Hans so much and he wanted to give himself completely to Hans. “I love you Hans. I want to give you everything I am, if you’ll accept me and all the baggage that comes with me.” Joren tried his best to put all his love and need for Hans in his voice. It was, despite how much he loved Hans difficult for him to say this, to bear and surrender himself completely to Hans.&nbsp; But Joren felt like this could be the last hurdle. That if he could give himself to Hans then he could overcome anything involving his past just as long as he had Hans. Joren clung tightly to Hans and gave him another kiss before he took a deep breath and repeated, “I’m ready Hans.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 02:30:12</strong>
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				Hans gave Joren a soft smile as he stated that he was ready. Hans slipped his hands beneath the water, and took hold of Joren's hips as he raised himself up slightly. His cock seemingly knowing exactly where to go. the head finding Joren's bud as Hans took a breath. "I love you with all my heart Joren." he whispered before he leaned in and kissed the Tigerkyn. Hans slowly lowered His lover as he pressed up with his hips. There was resistance, and Hans feared he was hurting his lover. He tried to be as careful, and gentle as possible. Soon, He managed to wiggle the head of his cock into Joren's ass. "It feels so good, Joren." Hans moaned as he felt Joren wrapped around him so tightly. He continued to push his way into Joren ever so slowly. Giving Joren a chance to adjust to Hans's manhood. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>14-06-2013, 08:29:24</strong>
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				Joren was glad that Hans was the one in control at the moment despite the fact that Hans was beneath him. Joren didn’t he’d be able to do this right if he was in charge because he was currently completely occupied with focusing on relaxing himself completely so that there wouldn’t be any pain. Hans’s gentleness and Joren’s attempts to relax seemed to be working as he only felt with some very minor pain as Hans entered him and Joren was used to dealing with much larger doses of pain. It made the Tigerkyn feel strangely full and he felt like he was being stretched as Hans went deeper inside of him. It hurt a little but at the same time it felt kind of good and when Hans had entered the young Tigerkyn all the way to the base. Joren felt oddly complete like he and Hans were connected not only by their bodies but their hearts as well and he felt like he had to let out a little moan. “I love you Hans. I love you so much. Right now you’re making me feel so good. I’m glad that you’re my first because I don’t think anyone could ever make me feel as good as you’re making me right now.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 19:45:39</strong>
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				As Hans's manhood filled Joren. Hans felt something&nbsp; that he never felt before, "Completeness". It was strange, and reassuring. Like he found something he never knew he was looking for. As Joren's words echoed in his ears. Hans looked at his lover. "You make me feel so wonderful, Joren. I can't describe it. I never felt so...fulfilled. I...I think you, and I were meant to be lovers." Hans whispered. He could feel Joren's heart beating through his cock, and it was strangely in tune with Hans's. Perhaps that was meant to be. A sign that these two are actually soul mates. "I love you Joren. You're the only person that I have ever Truly loved." Hans stated. Hans slowly started to move his hips. Pulling his manhood out just far enough before pushing it right back into Joren. A soft moan rumbled out of Hans's mouth as he tried to keep from hurting his lover. Joren just felt so amazing around Hans that his mind was swimming in an ocean of pleasure. Hans worked on keeping a steady rhythm, and hoped this felt as amazing to Joren as it did to him. "Oh, Joren. You're so amazing." He panted. Wrapping his arms around Joren, Hans pulled him against his body and kissed him as deeply, and as passionately as possible. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 05:04:21</strong>
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				Joren eagerly sucked on Hans’s tongue entered into his mouth. He refused to let Hans end the kiss until they were both gasping for breath. When he finally pulled away he was gasping for breath. It was difficult for Joren to speak at the moment. The initial pain of being penetrated had faded leaving only a massive surge of pleasure. He felt so good with Hans inside of him and Hans’s words filled him with joy just as his body was filling him with pleasure. “Hands, I-I love you too .Nobody else has ever made me feel this way before.” His words interrupted by a loud drawn out moan of pure bliss as Hans hit a special place inside of him. “I never want to be without you. I love you so much. I want to be your lover forever.” Joren knew that there truly was no way for him to ever live without Hans&nbsp; anymore.&nbsp; This man who had saved him meant everything to him now and he wanted to show Hans how much he loved him even it took him the rest of his days. “Please don’t stop Hans. I want you to make love to me until neither of us can move.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 05:16:26</strong>
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				Hans had no intention of stopping. He leaned back some more so he could get into a better position. He kept a steady rhythm, watching Joren, and determining what he enjoyed. "I don't want to be with you either Joren, Never." Hans panted. His body felt like it was on fire, and Joren was the only thing that keep him from burning up. "It feels so good, Joren. You're making me feel so wonderful." Hans moaned. His precum dribbling out and making Joren's insides slicker. Hans hands found Joren's hips, and helped guide him in the motion. "I love you Joren, I can't believe it took me so long to find the love of my life." Hans groaned. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 06:04:51</strong>
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				Joren began to buck his hips under Hans’s guidance. Trying to keep in rhythm with Hans’s thrusts but his inexperience was proven as he found himself missing his timing just as often as he got it right. He might have been inexperienced in this but he was trying as hard as he could to do this right. “Hans, maybe we should roll over so you’re on top. It might be better.” Joren found himself moving faster now, trying to get Hans to hit that special place inside of him again. He had precum oozing out of his cock smearing both of their bellies with precum. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 06:27:42</strong>
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				"You're a genius my love." Hans cooed as Joren suggested that they switch position. So Hans held him securely as he sat up, and Pulled them both from the water. the soft green fluid cascading down off of them as Hans laided Joren on his back on the side of the bath. This was perfect. It would allow Joren to completely relax and enjoy the experience. That, and he looked unbelievably sexy right then. Hans's hands rans run up, and down Joren's stomach, and chest as Hans started to roll his hips into him once again. "Oh, Joren. You look so beautiful." Hans whispered as he slipped one hand down and began to stroke Joren's cock. "I love how your cock feels in my hand Joren. It is so hard." Hans cooed in his best sexy voice. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-06-2013, 07:20:43</strong>
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				Joren found himself blushing from Hans’s compliments and pressing himself against Hans’s hand. He loved Hans dearly but he was still a little self-conscious about his appearance and was unused to the compliments, having been shy and quiet even before he was captured and as such hadn't ever really received any compliments or ever really thought he was attractive before. “I love the way your body feels against mine so warm and firm, so absolutely wonderful.” As Hans continued to make love to him, Joren wrapped his legs around Hans’s waist, holding onto Hans as tight as he could. The new position also helped Hans to hit all the right spots within Joren making the Tigerkyn’s cock twitch as well making him let out little pleasure filled mews.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 20:36:03</strong>
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				Hans steadily picked up the pace. Keeping a steady rhythm, but moving a bit quicker, and more forcefully. His mind was swimming in pleasure, and the fact he never felt this connected with anyone in his entire life. Hans continued to try and enter Joren from as many different angles as possible trying to find the position that allowed Joren to have the most pleasure possible. Though quickly Hans was feeling a knot just below his naval start to tighten. He knew what it meant, and he tried to focus else where. He wanted to prolong this with Joren as long as possible. "It feels so good, Joren. It is making me about to cum." Hans groaned as he looked into Joren's eyes. His reflecting love. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 22:53:33</strong>
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				Joren was holding tightly to Hans as he increased the speed and force of his thrusting. Eventually Hans was able to adjust his thrusts so that he was hitting all of the right spots every single time he entered Joren. It was impossible for the Tigerkyn to remain still after that. He began to wriggle and writhe beneath Hans, bucking his hips to meet the soldier’s thrusts. Joren was feeling so much pleasure and he wasn't afraid to let Hans know it. He was moaning, gasping, mewing, calling out Hans’s name and begging for more. In short he was making every possible noise he could ever make to let Hans know how good he was making him feel. “I’m so close, Hans. I don’t know how much more I can take until I cum.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-06-2013, 04:50:02</strong>
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				The Knot beneath Hans's naval continued to tighten to the point that Hans thought he would break. "Joren...I'm...I'm..." Hans panted as he tried to let his lover know that he was going to cum. However, what Hans did was completely different. He pressed into Joren and kissed him as passionately, and as heatedly as possible as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go into Joren. Hans could feel the damn bursting as his warm seed spilled into Joren. Hans's body felt stiff as he held onto his lover with an almost death grip. It would take a couple minutes for Hans to be able to relax again. Hans looked at Joren with a love filled smile. Leaning down, he placed a kiss upon Joren's lips as he gently pulled out of his lover. Hans laid down next to him on the warm floor and held him in his arms. "You were amazing, my Beautiful tiger. I never felt so good before." Hans stated honestly. He hadn't, no woman he slept with has ever made him feel loved, so needed, so accepted. He felt that he, and Joren were destined to meet, and fall in love. Taking one of Joren's hands into his, Hans interlaced their fingers as he nuzzled Joren. "To think I had to travel to another world to find the one person I would love the rest of my life." He spoke softly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>26-06-2013, 03:19:09</strong>
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				Joren moaned into Hans’s mouth and released his seed covering his belly as he felt Hans fill him with his. Joren continued to hold on Hans until they both relaxed. Joren was quite content laying there with Hans’s seed swishing inside of him. Joren returned Hans’s smile with one of his own and craning his head upwards to meet Hans’s kiss as the man leaned over him. Joren smiled happily and laid his head on Hans’s chest snuggling closer to him and rubbing himself against him. ”I know it’s probably selfish to say this but I’m glad that you've came here even if it took your crew away from their families and your world. I love you too much for it to be otherwise.” Joren meant every word he said. He felt bad that Hans’s tank crew had to be ripped from their home and families so that he and Hans could be together but Joren couldn't imagine a world where he and Hans had never met. Joren raised his head and nuzzled Hans’s neck before laying his head back on Hans’s chest. His eyes closed for a few moments and sighed in content while his tail swished lazily behind him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 15:19:58</strong>
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				Hans laid there with the soft waves of the afterglow washing over him as he held his beloved. Hans couldn't get enough of Joren. There was something about him that made him so addicting. Hans's hands tried to caress every square inch of Joren at once. Before long, Hans pulled Joren on top of him, and smiled. "Rest, my beloved. Rest with your lover." Hans whispered as he placed a couple of quick peck on the lips before he rested his head on the floor. "Thank you God for bringing me to to this world. Thank you for allowing me to meet Joren, and please let us have a long beautiful life together." Hans prayed as he held his most beloved treasure. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>27-06-2013, 20:41:28</strong>
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				Joren adjusted his position slightly so that he was comfortably curled up on Hans’s chest with his head just below Hans’s chin with the tips of his tickling his lover’s chin before he spoke. “Don’t want to rest yet.” He protested though it was obvious he was struggling to resist the call of sleep. “Don’t want this to end. Want it to last forever.” Despite his protests Joren’s eyes were slowly closing. He was tired but he really didn't want to sleep. He wanted to spend as much time with Hans as possible and sleeping would only take some of that time away. It was only shortly after his last protest against sleeping that his breathing evened out becoming slow and rhythmic falling into a restful sleep wrapped in the warmth and love of Hans’s embrace.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>01-07-2013, 00:09:52</strong>
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				Hans would lay there as long as Joren was asleep. His hands, and fingers running up, and down the Tiger-kyn's back. Feeling the fur slip through his fingers. There was such a peace that came over Hans, that he found it hard to put into words. Like he truly found something worth fighting for. To Protect Joren. There was a weight to that thought, to protect someone. To give your life to someone else. Hans was perfectly content to stay there all day, and watch Joren sleep. The Bath was warm so neither were in any danger of getting a chill. "Sleep well my prince. We'll have to leave soon." Hans whispered. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>01-07-2013, 06:03:23</strong>
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				Joren slowly awoke a couple of hours completely refreshed and feeling more satisfied and content than he’d ever had before. As he slowly stirred, he would gently nuzzle Hans’s chest as if he was trying banish upcoming awakening to try and get more sleep but his waking up would not be denied and eventually he’d&nbsp; open&nbsp; his eyes and look up into Hans’s face with a sleepy smile. “Hello, Love.” Joren would say softly a trace of his previous still in his voice. “I didn't bore you by falling asleep did I?” He asked before rubbing the last traces of sleep from his&nbsp; eyes. “I didn't mean to. I just couldn't resist. You’re just so warm and comfy. Plus you make me feel so relaxed, like nothing could hurt me when I’m in your arms.” Joren continued to lay in Hans’s arms. He might have been awake but he didn't plan on moving unless he had to.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-07-2013, 17:08:27</strong>
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				Hans smiled as he saw that Joren was starting to wake up. A soft chuckle in his voice as he felt the Tiger-kyn nuzzle his chest. He watched, as his heart melted, Joren's eyes opening to reveal their beautiful emerald fire. "No, you didn't bore me, my precious Tiger. I enjoyed watching you sleep. You appeared so at peace, it was relaxing to watch you." Hans whispered. As if to speak any louder, and the world, and the Tigerkyn he had come to love would simply vanish like a bubble popping. "I am glad you were comfortable, and I would do everything in my power to keep you safe." He whispered as he slowly sat up with Joren on his lap. Hans's arms slipped around his waist and pulling him close. "You're so wonderful, Joren." Hans cooed as he gave the Tiger a tight hug. After a moment, he eased his embrace. "Come, we must leave tomorrow, and must make sure the preparations are complete." Hans stated with hint of sadness. He didn't want leave this paradise of his, and Joren's making, but knowing that Joren would be forever with him was bolstering. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 00:19:16</strong>
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				Joren continued to sit comfortably in Hans’s lap for another few moments before he gave Hans a quick kiss on the lips. After which he got with a disappointed sigh. Joren knew they needed to go soon but he’d hoped that he would at least get to spend the rest of the day relaxing with Hans. The past few hours had been paradise for Joren and he was a little sad to see them end. “I guess we need to get food for the trip and make sure the tank’s ready for travel?”&nbsp; Joren said as he got up and moved to the side of the bath where he pulled himself out of it.&nbsp; He stood there and waited for Morgan to join him. Joren then began to dry himself off once Hans joined him. “I wish we could stay in here all day. I think today’s been the best day of my life so far.” The Tigerkyn smiled at Hans once more as he started to get dressed. He was&nbsp; dressed and ready to go in just a few short moments even if he didn't want to leave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-07-2013, 15:56:14</strong>
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				The follow morning everyone got up early to depart. Breakfast was light, quickly eaten as the Men were lashing the extra supplies to the back of the tank. There would be a problem in that the supplies would prevent the turret from completely traversing the full 360 degrees. However, Hans was not worrying about it too much. There was a thin fog that hung low to the ground. While it reduced visibility, it didn't complete obscure it. Johann, and Gustav got the barn doors open. As the men worked, Hans took the time to once again thank the Innkeeper for her hospitality. She smiled and bowed back to him. "Ok, I am starting her up!" Willy called as he flipped the switch. Soon the quiet morning was broken by the sound of the V12 Maybach turning over. At first it didn't appear that it would catch. As if the Tank herself wished for some more sleep. However, on the second round the Engine caught with a loud roar. The children squealed and jumped. Dashing behind the Innkeeper whom herself had to cover her ears due to the loud noise. Hans apologized before he trotted towards the tank. Coming to her flank, He approached Joren. Placing his hands on his hips, Hans lifted Joren up easily to the side of the tank.<br><br>The Tiger Tank starting up:<br>Tiger Tank Engine Sounds, Maybach HL-230.]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhA51aL6euQ#ws]Tiger Tank Engine Sounds, Maybach HL-230. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhA51aL6euQ#ws)<br><br>The Children peeked out from behind the Inn Keeper as the Tank rolled out of the Stable, and into the misty morning. The Children gaping at the size of the Tank. Seeing the steel tracks sink into the road as it did a slow pivot turn, and began to head out of the town of Bathos. Hans turned and looked at the peaceful Hamlet. He was sad that he ruined their morning, but it couldn't have been helped. They needed to get out on the road. He gave Joren a soft smile as he reached over and tussled his hair Affectionately. Fritz was standing up out of the loader's hatch keeping an eye on the clearances between the tank and the buildings as the Tank navigated the last few yards of the street before the road opened up to the Farm fields.<br><br>As the Tank left the peaceful town behind, Hans settled in for the day's trip. Already thinking about breaks and what not for Joren, and the Crew. He found he was in no hurry to get anywhere particular so long as Joren was with him. However, their peaceful morning would be destroyed. Not 100 yards from the edge of town Hans heard a noise that turned his blood cold. It sounded like a distant thunderclap. A moment later, a large plume of Earth exploded Skyward. Hans pulled his binoculars up and looked out. What he saw had him go white. "Mother of God." He mouthed. From the Misty tree line, the silhouette of three Russian T-34 Medium tanks came rolling out. Their turrets facing The lone Tiger.<br><br>Russian T-34 Medium Tank<br>(http://www.the-blueprints.com/blueprints-depot/tanks/russiantanks/russian-tank-t-34-76-model-1941-cast-turret.gif)<br><br>The Three Russian tanks were caught up in the same magics that brought the Tiger, and her crew through. These three Tanks were the ones that had the Tiger cornered until they appeared in this world as well. They had been searching for a way home when they came upon the village early in the morning. Seeing the Tiger rolling out. The Russians instantly forgot their new objective to destroy the Hated enemy. The sound of following rounds being fired shattered the air. Hans spun on Joren. "Joren, get off the tank and run back to the village, Quickly! Make sure no one leaves their homes!" Hans ordered before turning to everyone else. This way Joren would, hopefully, be safe, and keep the Villagers from getting involved. That, and there was no room in the turret for Joren to take shelter, and not be in the way as they fought. "Close Hatches!" Hans ordered as everyone closed their hatches and sealed them tight.<br><br>"Willy, Get us away from the Village! Fritz, Fire off the smoke mines." Hans ordered as he heard the acknowledgements from his crew. the steel tracks of the tanks tore, and ripped into the soil as the Tiger launched forward. From either side of the Turret small cylinders were mounted. From them Fritz fired off a couple of Smoke Mines to conceal Joren's escape to the village. The T-34s fired again into the smoke only to land hits where the Tiger was. Inside the Turret. Fritz was loading the first Round into the breech. To get an accurate shot, the tiger would have to come to a stop, and let its suspension settle before it could fire. It was dangerously vulnerable at that time. The three T-34s came charging out of the Trees, and across the fields. Their speed much faster than the Tiger's, but they were much lighter too. As the Tiger came to the edge of the Smoke screen. Johann was already turning the turret in the last known direction of the enemy tanks. Once outside the protection of the smoke, Willy brought the tank to a skidding halt. Johann making last second adjustments, and compensating for the tanks charging at him. "I got them!" Johann called. "Fire!" Hans ordered. The Massive 88mm gun barked and the Earth shook beneath Joren's feet. He were getting an front row seat to Armored warfare from Hans's world.<br><br>The lead -34 went up like a roman candle. The 88mm round ripping through the turret, and setting off the anti-tank rounds held inside. The Turret popping up, and flying about ten feet into the air before landing with a dull whump. "Next Target, 30 degrees..." Hans called out, but a High explosive round slammed hard into the thick Manlet plate of the Tiger tank. The Flames washing over the Turret like water. The men inside cringed at the sound, however they jumped back to their stations to do combat. "Willy, try to keep our Front plate towards the enemy!" Hans called out. "Yes Sir." Willy stated as he poured on the coals, and the Tiger launched forward once again.<br><br>Back at the Village, the Innkeeper, and the children watched in confusion from the Upper floor windows as they saw the flashing lights, and the movement in the mists. Lorna sighed in relief when she saw the Tiger trying to lead the others away instead of retreating back into the village. She prayed for those men inside the tank battling, and feared for them as well. If this was just a tiny fraction of what their battles were like. Their world must be a horrific one indeed. The T-34 constantly firing upon the Tiger. Which either absorbed the hits, deflected them, or managed to dodge them.<br><br>"Charge them!" Hans ordered as the Tiger suddenly turned into the two -34s and drove full speed. Black smoke billowed out of the exhaust stacks at the Tank surged across the uneven ground. It's wheels undulating rapidly. The Russians were spooked by the sudden change of tactics, and the impromptu game of Chicken. Their Drivers swerved out of the way of the Massive Tiger. "Willy, Lock Left Track!" Hans called. "Locking left Track." Willy answered back. The Left track of the tiger came to a sudden halt, and threw the entire tank into a swerve in the soft mud. The Tracks screaming in protest and threaten to shatter. Blessedly it held up to the strain. It also got Johann into another position to fire. "High Explosive round, Fritz!" Johann shouted. "High explosive Round!" Fritz replied as he slammed the round into the breech, and closed it. "Ready!" Fritz shouted as Hans gave the order. Johann squeezed the trigger as once again the roar of the Tiger's Massive 88 destroyed the peace of the morning. The high explosive round punched right into the Russian Tank's Fuel tank. Igniting the fuel inside. Almost instantly the Tank was engulfed in flames. The crew inside screaming as they burned to death. Some of the hatches opened as they escaped, only to collapse, and die a few feet from the tank. Their corpses still burning.<br><br>Hans, and the others didn't have time to celebrate their victory. This only left the last -34, and in this situation. It was probably the most dangerous of all. Now that it was all alone against a German Tiger in a land not its own. The crew only saw one option available. The Driver opened the throttles for all its worth as the T-34 charged the Tiger. Intending a suicide run. Fritz scrambled to load another High explosive round into the Gun. Johann's forehead was glued to the sight as he found that the front Driver's hatch was open. He could see the driver clearly. "Ready!" Fritz called as he threw himself out of the way. "FIRE!" Hans shouted as Johann pulled the trigger. Sending that 88 right in through the open driver's hatch. The High explosive round detonating within the tank blowing out all the other hatches. Vaporizing its crew as the -34 coasted to a stop.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The Tiger was motionless for a few minutes as everyone fought to come down from their combat high. Taking in deep gulps of air. "Everyone alright?" Hans called out. "No, I am dead." Gustav replied with a hissing laughter. Hans rolled his eyes. "Someone slap him." He said which was replied with a loud smack, and a yelp of pain. Hans opened his hatch and stood up to look around. His chest heaving as he fought to slow down his runaway heart. The Sun was already burning away the morning Mist, and with it the Russian tanks, and their crews faded away as well. The only evidence of their presence was the furrows left in their wake and the Scorched part of the Tiger's turret. Hans turned to look at the town. Praying that it was intact. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw no damage occurred. Though he was surprised to see that He was now only a half a mile from the Town. However, the biggest relief of them all was that he knew Joren was safe. <br><br>However, this peace wasn't to last as he noticed that his Tank was start to Fade as well. Hans eyes grew wide in panic. "No, No this can't be!" He roared as he turned to the Village. "JOREN! QUICKLY!" He called to his lover. He wanted Joren, no matter where they are taken, He can bear it so long as Joren was with him. "HURRY JOREN, PLEASE!" Hans pleaded. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 06:56:04</strong>
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				Joren smiled happily when Hans picked him up and quickly sat down in his now normal spot next to Hans on the turret. As the tank rolled to the edge of town Joren found himself waving to the children as they passed them. He was in a particularly good mood at the moment. He was with Hans and he didn't think anything could disrupt his good mood. He was soon proven very very wrong.<br><br>When the first shot was fired by the Russian tanks, Joren practically jumped out of his fur. He remembered a similar sound from when he’d first encountered the tankers and he guessed what might be coming. When Hans told him to get off the tank he did though he did it reluctantly. He wanted to stay behind and be with Hans but he knew he would just be in the way. As Joren ran toward the village, he was worried. Not for himself, but for Hans. He didn't know what he would do if he couldn't be with him anymore.<br><br>When Joren arrived at the village he ran straight to Mora telling her to go inside with the children and tell all the guests that were staying with her to stay there. After he was sure that they were doing what he asked, he raced off to tell those that were still on the street to go inside and tell their neighbors to stay in their homes. By the time he had finished doing so, he caught a glimpse of the second Russian tank go up in flames. Despite the danger Joren moved to the edge of the village and watched the combat. It wasn't enough for Joren to just be standing at the village though and throwing all caution to the wind he&nbsp; moved closer to scene of armored warfare in front of him. <br><br>When the last T-34 coasted to a stop after the Tiger Tank had destroyed Joren had to let out a cheer before running towards it. He slowed down a bit when he saw that the tank was starting to fade as he was unsure about what was going on. When he heard Hans call out to him however, Joren sprinted towards the tank. He might not have been sure what was going on but he could hear the worry in Hans’s voice and that spurred him on. As he got closer to the tank Joren realized what was going a sense of dread fell over him as he was unsure about whether or not he would make it. “Hans don’t go please! I don’t want to be alone!”&nbsp; He cried out desperation filling his voice. <br><br>Joren eventually reached the tank and scrambled up the side of the tank as fast as he could even as the tank appeared to be fading completely from sight. It was a close call but he managed to get on top of the tank before it disappeared. Joren had tears in his eyes as he clung tightly to Hans as the tank continued to fade away. “Don’t go please…” Joren said repeating his earlier cry with a soft pleading whisper. “I’ll do anything, go anywhere. Just don’t leave me all alone. I don’t want to be alone again.” Joren wasn't sure if they were going to Hans’s world or some other one but he didn't care as long as he was able to go with Hans to whatever world they were going.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>05-07-2013, 14:40:45</strong>
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				Time seemed to slow down as Hans watched Joren race towards the ever evaporating tank. His heart pounded in his chest as he desperately willed the fates to spur his lover onward. As Joren finally managed to reach the tank. Hans could actually see through his hand. Fear gripped him, and he reached for Joren to pull him into his embrace. Quite possibly for the last time. He could feel Joren cling to him, and he held onto the Tiger Kyn for all he was worth. He could hear the pleading in Joren's voice. "I don't want to go. I don't want to leave you." Hans replied as he buried his face into Joren's body. Praying every prayer to every deity he could imagine. Praying that if he had to go, to take his lover with him. He clamped his eyes shut, and prayed as hard as he could. <br><br>Hans could feel the Temperature taking a sharp dip, and the wind picking up with its familiar howling. However, Hans refused to open his eyes. He was terrified to, Terrified to open them and find his arms empty, and Joren no where around. Though soon Curiosity was getting the better of him. Particularly with the familiar sound of a airplane over head. Hans chanced a peek with one eye and saw dark yellow, and black. At this sight, Hans opened both eyes and was rewarded by, in his opinion, the most wonderful site he could imagine. Joren was still clinging to him onto top of the turret. "JOREN!" Hans squeaked excitedly as he hugged his precious Tiger. Hans was so happy that tears started to stream down his face. He could have made love to Joren right then, and there. "We're together. Together...forever together." Hans whispered
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>06-07-2013, 04:55:40</strong>
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				Joren continued to hold onto Hans when felt the sudden change of temperature. His ears stood at full attention when he heard a distant roaring above him. Joren didn't know of any bird or creature that could make that sound. His attempts at trying to figure out what had made that strange noise were interrupted by the sound of Hans calling his name. It filled Joren with an overwhelming relief and happiness. He’d been worried that he would never hear that voice again. Joren let go of Hans for a brief moment to wipe his tears from his eyes as he leaned into Hans’s embrace letting him hold onto him and comfort him while simultaneously holding on to Hans and doing the same for him. <br><br>Once he was able to calm down, Joren’s reason for continuing to hold on to Hans and have him hold him changed. Joren was cold. His clothes were made for more temperate climes and while he had fur it wasn’t enough to prevent him from the bite of the cold wind. Joren shivered. “Hans, where are we and what was that noise?” After asking his questions Joren looked around the area. It looked a lot different than the pleasant and temperate region of Bathos and the surrounding area. He couldn't help but be curious about this place and wonder where they were. Maybe it was because he was a feline, he didn't know.&nbsp; He was just interested about finding out where they were.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-07-2013, 14:58:21</strong>
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				The Tiger appeared in a dense Mist. One can just barely see past the tip of the tank's massive 88mm gun. Everyone was poking their heads up through their hatches as they tried to discern where in creation they were. Looking over the side of the tank, they saw deep snow, and even snow was falling from the mist itself as it continually receded. to reveal skeletons of trees standing in the thick sheet of white. It gave the area a sense of foreboding that chilled one to the bones. "I don't know where we are, and as for that noise..." Hans didn't finish the statement as he wrapped Joren in his great coat. His own uniform won't give him a lot protection from from the wind, and the chill. It will certainly give him more than Joren's clothes. Hans then took Joren into his arms and gave him a deep kiss. "I'll keep you safe, and warm my love." Hans whispered. Hans didn't care where they were. So long as he had Joren, he could endure anything.&nbsp; <br><br>The answer for where they are would come from Gustav. "Hey! I know this place! We're about 4 kilometers from my home!" He chirped happily. Everyone else looked at him in shock. If he was correct then that meant they were home. The looks on everyone's faces show the excitement they had for being home. They could no longer feel the biting cold. However, Hans was weary. The roar that Joren heard, he heard it too, and it chilled his blood. He continued to scan the area as the roar began to return. Suddenly a snow drift was pushed over as a white Russian KV-2&nbsp; heavy tank crested a rise. The KV-2 was one of the few tanks of the war that could stand toe to toe with the German Tiger. Everything about this situation was very wrong. If they were in Germany near Gustav's home, and they just encountered a Russian KV-2, then that meant that the eastern front as fallen, and the Red army was advancing into Germany. The situation was very, very bad. <br><br>Russian KV-2 Heavy Artillery Tank:<br>(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSPWe5TqPUXhCraLCb7z3uDXhs1hllNsnuCGmy4WxfzeOLF_PyS)<br><br>The situation was made even worse as the KV-2 got the drop on the Tiger. It's 157mm Howitzer was pointed directly at them. That cannon looked as big as a oil pipe to Hans. "ABANDON THE TANK! ABANDON THE TANK!!" He shouted as he scooped up Joren into his arm Leaped off the Tiger's turret, into the snow. "Run! Run to the woods!" He shouted as he began to sprint. The other members of his crew right behind him. Just behind them they heard the "BOOM" of the KV firing, and the metallic screech as the round slammed into the thinly armored hind quarters of the Tiger. Igniting the Fuel, and ammo causing the Tank to explode in a humongous fireball. The blast knocking everyone into the snow. <br><br>(http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSdXCztSkL7syedvJ4dyld_0Zl_u4fWlIQbI0UAS14u_7YykJFfEw)<br><br>Hans was dazed as he heard nothing but a ringing in his ears. Time seemed to slow down as he tried to focus, but it was quite difficult. Slowly he staggered to his feet. He stumbled a little as he tried to find Joren. "Joren!?" He called out. "JOREN!?" he called again. Suddenly someone took his hand, and started pulling him. He still couldn't see very well as everything was a blur. Everyone made for the woods where the large Tank couldn't follow them. The Machine guns on the KV chattering as puffs of snow geysered all around the the crew as the leaped over the last berm, and into the woods. They were safe for now. <br><br>The group came to a stop and plopped down where they could. Hans's vision was starting to clear now. Hans's eyes quickly found Joren, and he let out a yelp of excitement, and relief as he threw himself at Joren, embracing him, and kissing him. A couple of the other tankers chuckled. "I may be guessing, Joren, but I think the Commander is happy you're safe." Johann teased. This was lost to Hans though as he just continued to hug, and kiss Joren happily. Thankful he was alive. Willy had gone looking around to make sure that there weren't any Russian patrols that were searching for them. Willy would return all excited a few minutes later. "Come look what I found!" He said. The Others followed him as he lead them to a ditch where they found a strange tank covered in snow. "What is it?" Gustav asked? "It is our new ride." Hans stated as he saw the Iron Cross on the side of the hull. <br><br>The Tank they found (Panzerkawpfwagen VIB King Tiger)<br>(http://www.hobitankshop.eu/ekmps/shops/hedl2736/resources/Design/505-tiger-ii.jpg)<br>(http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSEQ6vC26p_N3kS7zdvlnzkfuy5b0B9ywuuqfawOrJ0kzCpVSr6)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 08:31:22</strong>
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				Joren was grateful when Hans wrapped him in his coat. It armed him up some but not anywhere near as much as Hans’s kiss had done. Despite the coat being significantly warmer than his own clothes Joren didn't want to be the cause of Hans’s discomfort and had been about to try to give him his coat back when he was interrupted by Gustav’s shouting and the sudden appearance of the KV-2. Joren stared at it. He was scared of it. If the Tiger tank had been elegant yet deadly than the KV-2 was a monstrous thing that looked like it wanted to do nothing but destroy. He continued to stare at it like a deer caught in headlight when Hans yelled to abandon the tank. If Hans hadn't scooped him up he might have stayed like that until the other tank had fired and by then it would've been too late for him to try and escape.<br><br>When the KV-2 fired Joren was forced to lower his ears until they were pressed against his head. It was just so loud and his sensitive ears just couldn't take it. If he’d thought the sound of the KV firing had been bad the sound of the Tiger exploding was so much worse even without the shock wave that knocked him out of Hans’s hands and into the cold know below him. The roar of the exploding tank deafened Joren and screwed up his balance for a few moments causing him to fall face first into the snow and making him stagger uncertainly to his feet. <br><br>When he managed to get to his feet he turned looking for Hans his sense of self-preservation unable to make him run to the woods without Hans being with him. The first thing he was able to hear when he regained the ability to hear shortly after standing up was Hans calling for him. He tripped and stumbled his way over to Hans before taking him by the hand and pulling at him insistently.&nbsp; Joren wasn't going to leave Hans here while he tried to save himself. He’d lost more than enough in his life and he refused to lose anyone else. He did his best to pull and guide Hans during the desperate sprint to the woods. He could hear some other weapon firing at them from behind but he didn't care. He’d continue to try and save Hans until the both of them were either safe or dead. <br><br>When they finally managed to reach safety Joren relief Hans’s hand and collapsed on the snow next to Hans as the adrenaline exited his body and left him exhausted. When Hans threw himself at him Joren fell backwards unable to brace himself and causing him to end lying on his back in the snow. He didn’t notice it though as he was lost Hans’s kiss. When Hans let him go, Joren sat up and blushed having heard Johann’s comment and the others chuckle. He got up and followed the others to the thing that Willy had found. While they walked Joren gripped Hans’s hand tight and stayed close to him only a few inches apart. After almost losing him twice he needed the comfort that the contact brought him. When they reached the new tank Joren looked at it. It kind of reminded him of the other tank but it looked different to him almost regal. “It looks sort of like the other tank.” He said as he came to stand by it. <br><br>He waited patiently for Hans to help him up and for the crew to finish exploring and getting in the truck before he spoke up quietly trying to keep the question quiet so only Hans could hear him. “Hans… is your world always like this?” Joren wondered how people could wage war with things like this. He’d seen just how much damage just a single tank could do and he wondered how much damage a group of them could do to people. He just couldn't understand how the people in Hans’s world would want to wage war when there were weapons like these that could take the lives of others so easily. He scooted closer to Hans until he could lean on him searching for warmth and the comfort that came from having Hans being with him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-07-2013, 16:35:16</strong>
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				Hans kept Joren close at hand as he watched his crew inspect the vehicle. They were already checking for the usual booby traps that the Germans were famous for leaving behind. So far the tank was clean. So they worked to clean off the snow that accumulated. "She has fuel!" Willy called out as Fritz brushed off the fans. "She has ammo!" Johann called out from the inside of the turret. "Why did they abandon it?" Gustav asked. "Probably a rookie crew. They got scared, and made a run for it. It is ours now." Hans stated as he looked at the behemoth. It was actually bigger than their Tiger, but it did look similar. "Yes, I agree, My beloved." Hans whispered as he came to sloped side of the tank. Placing his hands upon Joren's hips. He picked up the Tiger-kyn, and set him on top of the hull. Hans was climb up afterwards. The engined roared to life easily, and it bolstered the crew's hopes. <br><br>“Hans… is your world always like this?” Joren asked. Hans looked at him, and pulled him into an embrace. Hans held him in silence. "No, our world is not like this all the time. Just right now..." He couldn't finish it. He didn't know how. He just held Joren tightly, and breathed in his scent. It still had the scent of sunshine, and warmth of the other world. Hans tightened his embrace before he leaned up. "Our world is beautiful, and it is even more so now that you're here with me, Joren." Hans whispered before he leaned in and Kissed Joren deeply. <br><br>It took about 15 minutes for the Engine to warm up. Course the noise did attract "Others", two T-34/85 medium tanks came around the bend to investigate the noise. The Moment that Tiger II came out of the Ditch, and the snow fell off. The Crews of the T-34s did the exact same thing as what Hans, and his Crew did when faced with the KV-2. The Russian crews fled, screaming. Hans blinked, and looked at Joren. Perhaps they have stumbled upon a real treasure. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 00:22:48</strong>
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				Joren snuggled deeper into Hans’s embrace when he wrapped his arms around him. He listened to Hans’s answer to his question silently.&nbsp; He was glad for the compliment and he happily accepted his kiss when it came. Now that he got a chance to look at the scenery Joren thought that in a way the snow was beautiful and if there wasn't a war going on he could see that this place might be a nice place to live.<br><br>Joren watched as two more tanks appeared. He’d been prepared to jump off the tank when the crews of the tanks all of a sudden jumped out and ran away. He turned to look at Hans as he looked at him. He didn't know if that was a normal reaction to this new tank or not but he would be glad if it was the case. It would mean that they would have to fight less which would be a good thing in Joren’s opinion. It meant that there was less of a chance of Hans getting hurt.<br><br>“Do you have any specific plans for where we’re going or are we just going to pick a direction and go like we did in my world?”&nbsp; Joren’s feline curiosity was already taking a hold of him now that they were for the moment out of immediate danger. Hans had told him some amazing things about what he’d said about this world and he wanted to see if everything he’d said about it was true particularly the bit about them being able to fly. He still couldn't believe it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-07-2013, 02:30:06</strong>
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				"Gustav says he recognizes this area. So...we're going to head into town and see if we can find out anything. With the Red Army so close, I am fearful about what we may find though." Hans admitted. A foot or two away, Fritz popped out of the Loader's hatch. "Hey Joren, we found another great coat for you to wrap up in." he said as he handed it to Hans whom took it, and wrapped him up. "I want you to say warm, my love." Hans whispered as the large Tank began to move again. It wide tracks digging into the snow as they rumbled along. Gustav was giving directions to Willy as they went along. With the low cloud cover, and mixed fog they couldn't see very far. bare trees looked almost skeletal in the stark white background. There were evidence of the war even here as there were snow covered remains of airplanes&nbsp; scattered. Though soon, they could see the outskirts of the city that Gustav called home. Large blown out buildings reached up into the sky like spindly fingers. Rumble, and fires still burning from previous bomb runs. Gustav went pale as he looked at the remains of his home. <br><br>(http://static.bbci.co.uk/wwtravel/img/ic/608-342/132571334113047650896_1.jpg)(http://www.davidduke.com/images/bombing-of-dresden.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 07:36:48</strong>
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				Joren nodded his head as Hans told him where they were going and he wondered what a human town would look like. He stared ahead searching for the town, eager to see it. His searching&nbsp; was interrupted and his ears twitched as he heard the sound of one of the tank’s hatches opening. He turned to look at Fritz as he came giving him a smile and a quick, “Thank you.” His gaze moved upward to Hans and his smile was still bright upon his face as Hans wrapped him up in the coat. Scooting a little closer to Hans, he lightly leaned on Hans with his eyes straight ahead still looking forward to his first sight of a human city.<br><br>As they approached the town, Joren’s eyes widen in horror at the sight of all the destruction. He’d never seen destruction on this scale before. The closest thing he could think of was the sight of his village as it burned down but that still didn't compare to this. He couldn't fathom how people could do this to one another. He might not have taken it so bad if it had just been military targets that were hit but to see things that looked to him like buildings where innocents lived obliterated as well. The sight was more than enough to make Joren miss his own world. “How could anybody do this?” He said softly unable to say anything else.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>20-07-2013, 14:39:00</strong>
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				Hans couldn't answer Joren as he looked at the remains of a once vibrant city. the worse part about it was that he knew they brought this upon themselves. His people following ego maniacal leaders who wanted to rule the world, and Hans helped them. He fought for them. Hans felt ashamed for his actions and the destruction he caused. He Wrapped his arms around Joren, and held him tightly to him. "I love you Joren. I love you so much." He whispered as he tried to take his mind off all the carnage. Fritz gently tapped Joren's shoulder; "Come into the turret, Joren. They're may be snipers, and you would be an easy target." Fritz stated as he lowered himself into the turret, but left the hatch open of Joren. The Tiger II's turret was larger than the Tiger's, but it was still a little cramp with four people. Hans ducked down into his Commander's cupola, and smiled at Joren. Running his fingers through his Hair, Hans looked at Joren lovingly before stepping back out of the turret to look out for anyone. <br><br>As they rumbled down the main boulevard, Two Panver IV medium tanks pulled out of opposing allies, and pointed their 75mm guns at the Tiger II. It was a Hollow threat as the Tiger IIs frontal armor was so strong that it was never penetrated. Willy brought the Tank to a stop as the Commander of one of the PzIVs shouted. "Identify yourself!" He commanded. "Unteroffizier Hans Friedrich, 33rd Panzer." Hans replied confidently. The IV's Commander looked down into his turret, and back at Hans. "Come with me!" He stated as his Tank spun around, and began rumbling down the street. Willy followed behind as Hans slipped down into the Turret. "Well, it would appear our forces has control of the city, but meeting the Red army on the outskirt..." Hans said as he left the sentence hanging. He then turned to Joren, and gave him a smile. He extended his arms to the Tiger kin. Hans wanted to hold him as he always felt better holding his beloved.&nbsp; <br><br>Panzer IV Medium tank<br>(http://www.the-blueprints.com/blueprints-depot/tanks/ww2-tanks-germany-2/sdkfz161-1-pzkpfw-iv-ausfg.gif)<br><br>Hans held his beloved tightly, his cold hands running through Joren's snow speckled hair. He chuckled seeing it. "My beloved looks so cute with snow in his hair." Hans whispered. None of the others were offended, or begrudged Hans his doting of Joren. Hans has finally found someone that he could give his heart to utterly. Though Fritz noticed Joren's tail sticking out the bottom of the great coat. "We'll have to do something about his tail, and ears." He stated. Hans raised his head from his affectionate nuzzling to look at Fritz. "But...But I love Joren's ears, and tail. They are so soft, and cute." He stated. One of his hands gently stroking Joren's ear. "I know, they are, but if anyone sees him." Fritz cautioned. Hans nodded as he thought a moment. "It is still Winter, so wearing a large coat would work for the Tail, but what about ears?" Hans asked. He looked sad that he had to cover his Beautiful Tiger's adorable ears. "A hat may work. It may be a bit uncomfortable, but it is far better than the alternative." Johann suggested. Hans's lips became a thin line as he looked at Joren. "We have to be very careful that people don't find out what you really are, Joren. We do not have people like you in our world." Hans explained. "If they find out who you are, they may try, and take you. I won't let that happen. I promised the rest of my life to you, and Intend to keep that promise." Hans vowed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>23-07-2013, 01:19:20</strong>
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				Joren allowed Hans to wrap his arms around him and let him make him forget the sight in front of him at least for the moment. “I love you too, Hans.” He whispered in reply. Joren stayed in Hans’s arms until Fritz tapped him on the shoulder and warned him about the snipers. He didn't know what snipers were but since this wasn't his world he decided that following Fritz’s advice would be a good thing. He climbed into the turret behind Fritz and closed the hatch behind him before moving to stand near where Hans was.<br><br>As the tanks rolled along, Joren sat down on the floor near Hans and tried to make himself as comfortable as he could in the cramped confines of the turret. He listened quietly as Hans identified them to the tanks as they rolled out and Hans’s comment about the status of the city. Then after Hans slipped back into the tank, Joren stood up and walked over to Hans lightly rubbing himself against him as Hans embraced him again.<br><br>Joren lightly blushed at being called cute by Hans. He was a little embarrassed by it but he liked hearing Hans compliment him. It gave him a warm fuzzy feeling inside of him and after having been treated like he was less than dirt for a long time by the slavers it was something he needed. As Hans continued to hold him his tail swished lightly underneath the coat making his tail stick out of the coat behind him. Then as Hans reached up to stroke his ears Joren purred softly. He loved having his ears stroked. <br><br>He listened as he continued to purr while Fritz said that he needed to hide his ears and tail. He didn't mind having to hide his tail but hiding his ears was another thing. Wearing a hat without holes for his ears was uncomfortable and it irritated the sensitive tips of his ears. “I don’t want to wear a hat.” He muttered. “It’s uncomfortable and it makes my ears itch.” Even as he complained Joren looked about for a hat and pulled his tail close to him to hide it underneath the coat. He knew he needed to do it and he was just making his protests known. “Hans, do you have a hat I can use preferably a big one?” He was worried about being taken away from Hans. Which was why he was agreeing to cover his ears and tail but he thought it wasn't really needed. He wanted to think humans were like his own people and wouldn't do something like that to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-07-2013, 15:26:05</strong>
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				How wrong Joren was. Humans could be the cruelest people on the planet if they tried. Something that Hans, and his crew didn't want to admit. Hans felt heart broken that Joren had to hide his identity, but raw ears was far more preferable than what his people would do to him. The very idea had him shuttering, and shivering as he held Joren. "I know it is going to be uncomfortable my love, but it is keep you safe." Hans said as he stroked Joren's cheek. Joren's fur felt so soft, and Hans wanted to feel him against his body again. To feel Joren's fur against his soft flesh again. That is what Hans desired most as he held Joren tightly. "Here you go. It is pretty big, but I found it inside the tank." Johann stated as he handed Joren a M-43 Field cap. It had the same markings as Hans, and the others. It was overly large, but it should work. Hans would smile as Joren looked adorable. Hans slipped his hands inside Joren's great coat, and pulled him closer to Hans. His hands sliding down, and giving Joren's tight butt a squeeze. At the same time, Hans whispered into Joren's ear. "Once is all said, and done, I'm going to marry you, and Love you for the rest of my life." He cood<br><br>The cap giving to Joren. <br>(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQRX8RyC7yTddDDfxmJxeBWwCD8C8ZYl_PlkOnr_3-GtLGkQvME)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>25-07-2013, 09:13:32</strong>
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				Joren sighed after Hans had spoken and lightly leaned into Hans’s touch. “I know and I’ll put on the hat. It doesn't mean I have to like it though and you better rub my ears until they feel good again when I finally get a chance to remove the hat.” Joren knew he had developed a tendency to constantly seek out any chance to receive some gesture of affection and sticking as close to Hans as possible. He hoped that Hans didn't mind it. Joren had had everything taken away from him right in front of his eyes in a single quick moment and he didn't want that to happen again. If it did Joren was sure that he would shatter into a million pieces and would most likely never recover. There was only so much pain and loss a person could take.<br><br>Joren took the hat from Johann and stuck it on his head. “Thank you, Johann.” He could already feel the hat rubbing up against the tips of his ears. It wouldn't take very long for the hat to start to cause him his sensitive ears discomfort and by the end of the day Joren was positive that his ears would be chaffed and irritated. He forgot his temporary discomfort as Hans pulled him into a hug. He smiled happily at Hans and hugged him tightly when he heard him promise to marry him. “That’s all I really want, to be with you forever.” Joren whispered softly so that only Hans would hear him. “Is there anything I shouldn't do when we get out of the tank besides revealing my ears and tail?” Joren asked innocently. He didn't want to embarrass Hans in front of his people.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-07-2013, 22:53:43</strong>
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				It would take them long to meet up with the others. Willy parked the Tiger II tank in line with the other tanks. The Tiger II dwarfing the smaller tanks. "Okay, you all can dismount. Don't wander to far away. Joren, don't speak with anyone. If anyone asks you anything, let the others do the talking, Okay?" Hans stated as he gave Joren a hug, and a deep kiss right before climbing out of the Commander's hatch. Hans was lead away to speak with the Commanding officer of the defense forces. The others hung out by the engine of the tank. Pulling their great coats together. They also huddled around Joren so keep him out of sight. "You can remove your hat, Joren. There is no one around." Gustav whispered. "I'll go get us something warm to drink." Willy stated before dashing off.&nbsp; <br><br>A short distance away, there was a bunch of Civilians huddled as if they were waiting for something. On the edge of the Crowd was a small girl, and her mother. both huddling in the cold. The Girl was bored, and was looking around when she noticed the new tank coming up, and the people getting out of it. One man in particular caught her attention as she pulled on her mother's dress, and pointed. "Yes, dear, what is it?" The mother asked as he looked in the direction that her daughter was point. What she saw at the other end had her hands clapped over her mouth in shock. "Gustav!?" She called out. Gustav looked up and turned to see who called him, and his mouth dropped. Not a couple dozen yards away was his wife, and daughter. "Sasha!" He called back. "GUSTAV!" The woman shouted in relief. She picked up the girl, and dashed towards him, as Gustav dashed towards her. They met somewhere in the middle, and They threw their arms around each other. Gustav's wife feared he died when his letters stopped coming. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>01-08-2013, 08:21:15</strong>
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				Joren sighed and nodded his head as Hans gave him the instructions. “Yeah, okay. I got it Hans.” Joren smiled up at Hans though he felt like the instructions were a bit much. He understood that Hans was just concerned about him but Joren felt like Hans was treating him too much like a little kid. He was curious and he wanted to explore this human city despite all the destruction but he would stay with the crew like Hans asked him to. Joren climbed out of the tank after the other crew members did staying close to them and letting their coats hide him from the crowds. Even if being in the middle of the other tankers was a bit stifling but it also made him comfortably warm so he didn't mind it too much. He would have been even more comfortable in this position if it wasn’t for the hat on his head. It was just as he had thought it would feel so when Gustav told him he could take off his hat he did so gladly. He wiggled his ears a bit and under his breath he muttered, “Freedom.” <br><br>Joren was curious about what Willy was going to pick up to drink and wondered if they had anything to drink here that hadn't been in his old world. He forgot his curiosity for the moment as Gustav ran off to hug his wife. Joren couldn't help but smile. It was heartwarming to see the family reunited. He’d watch them for a few seconds but his eyes soon wandered to the little girl in Sasha’s arms. She seemed to have noticed him so he smiled and waved at her, forgetting that he was supposed to put his hat back on to try to hide his ears. Even if he had remembered he probably wouldn't have cared. It was just a little girl after all and the woman looked like she was Gustav’s wife so he didn't think they would hurt him or anything.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 15:24:55</strong>
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				The tiny sprite of a girl looked at Joren with interest. Particularly the rounded ears on top of his head. She waved with a happy smile before she tugged at her mother's shirt, and pointed at Joren. Gustav looked where she was pointing, and smiled. "Come, I want you to meet my friends." He whispered as he took his Wife's hand, and approached the others. The men opened up, and smiled at the woman, and her child. "Hello" They all said. "This is my wife, Sasha, and my daughter Gretchen." He introduced. The others smiled and told her how happy they were to meet her. "This is Joren, he is our Commander's Lover." He stated as he indicated to Joren. "Hello Joren. It is very nice to meet you. It would appear that my Husband's commander has good taste. You're quite the cute one, aren't you." She said warmly. "Come on, Gretchen. Say "Hi" to Joren." Gustav coaxed. The Little girl seemed very shy at the moment as she looked at him. Slowly she stretched out her hand, and gently poked him his cheek as if to see if he was really there. "Are those your real ears?" She asked quietly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>08-08-2013, 03:00:55</strong>
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				Joren smiled at the woman and the child saying, “Hello” with the rest of the crews when they came over. He blushed at the sudden compliment from Sasha and said a quiet “thank you”. He looked down at Gretchen as she approached him. He wasn't bothered or irritated when she poked him. If what Hans had told him about the world was true then she probably hadn't seen anyone like him before and she was just curious about him. Joren smiled at her when she asked about his ears. “Yes they’re real.” He said as he crouched down. “You can feel them if you want to. Just don’t pull on them. They’re kind of sensitive.” He let Gretchen mess with his ears until she had satisfied her curiosity.<br><br>&nbsp;The children in this world seemed to be much the same as they were back home innocent, curious, energetic. It was nice to see something good even in the midst of all of the destruction. It was a shame that Hans was missing all of this. He had wanted to get his crew home and have them reunite with their family, yet he was missing this to deal with something. Joren wondered it was that Hans was doing right now.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-08-2013, 05:24:35</strong>
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				"What do you mean we're retreating!?" Hans yelped in shock. "What did you not understand, Sargent? The Red army are on the other side of the forest, and they'll be here before we know it. If we don't leave now, then we won't escape." The Major in charge was saying. "What about the civilians? We need to make sure they can escape." Hans stated. "That is not an option. Orders are orders, and we've been ordered to retreat." the Major stated. "That is not an excuse! We're the might Heer! It is our duty to protect these people until they can escape." Hans stated. Other soldiers were leaning in as this sargent that appeared out of nowhere was lecturing a Major on what the duties are of the military. "Sargent, mind your tongue!" The Major snapped. "There is nothing we can do for these people." He added. "That is bullshit! We can hold off the Reds as long as possible. Yes, We may not hold out long enough to get everyone out, but far more will be able to escape if we do something, anything but run like cowards with our tails between our legs." Hans stated. "Fine! If you are so eager to die, than you stay here, and die then!" the Major shouted. Hans's face darkened in fury, before he left. This was just plain wrong. He joined the Heer to protect his countrymen. The other soldiers simply watched him. Was he really going to try, and fight the reds? They all started to look at each other. <br><br>Hans returned to his crew a bit calmer now, but he didn't like what he was going to have to tell them. He found them all around back, and A little girl smiling, and laughing with Joren. Seeing how well Joren was with the small child was heart warming. It told him that Joren would make a good father. Hans didn't have long to enjoy the scene before Willy noticed him. "Ah, Commander. what's the word." Willy asked. Hans let out his breath slowly as be entered the circle. "The word is "Retreat", Willy. The Forces here are pulling out. The Red Army is on the otherside of the forest, and the Major doesn't want to engage. He says it is suicide." Hans explained. "What about the civilians?" Johann asked. Gustav hugged his family close to him. "They are going to be left to their fate." Hans stated regretfully. The team gasped. Sasha clung to her husband in fear. The look on Hans's face was sadness, and shame. After taking a moment, Hans took a breath. "That is why I'm staying and defending the town as long as possible. At least try and give the civilians more time." He said. Looking to everyone for their reactions
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 09:22:07</strong>
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				Joren stood up smiling when he heard Willy call out to Hans. After a moment his would fade. He could tell that something was wrong when Hans was forced to let his breath out slowly. The announcement that they were supposed to retreat caught Joren by surprise. What was an army for if not to protect the people? As Hans went on to say that he was going to defend the town on his own to protect the town. Joren wouldn't have things any other way. Hans wouldn't have been Hans if they didn't try to help. Despite his confidence that they were doing the right thing, a strange feeling came over Joren an odd combination of pride and worry. He was glad that Hans was going to try to protect the people of the city to let them escape but at the same time he was worried. Joren had almost lost Hans not too long when they had been leaving Joren’s world to go to Hans’s. That had been too close for Joren.<br><br>Joren came up to Hans and hugged him, using it to reassure both Hans and himself.&nbsp; “You’re right of course. We can’t abandon the people here.” Joren felt sympathy for the people here. He knew better than anyone what it was like to lose everything. He didn't want these people to die or experience worse if Hans, himself and the rest of the crew could prevent it. Eventually Joren let go of Hans and looked up at him and then over Gustav and his family, more specifically he was looking at Gretchen. He would do whatever he could to make sure that she didn't end up like he had, family slaughtered in front of her, losing her home and everything else she held dear. <br><br>Joren looked back at Hans, ready to do anything he needed to in order to help. Well, almost anything. He wouldn't let Hans order him away when it was time to defend the town. Whatever happened to Hans would happen to Joren as well. He’d almost lost Hans once and he wasn't going to let that happen again. He planned to stay in the corner of the tank to avoid getting in everyone’s way. He’d even chase after the tank on foot if he had to in order to avoid being left behind. He’d been willing to do whatever it was that Hans had asked him to do so far but he would be staying with Hans no matter what this time even if Hans tried to order him not to. Staying with Hans would be one thing he would be stubborn on and he wouldn't let Hans dissuade him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-08-2013, 02:35:35</strong>
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				Hans accepted Joren's hug, and tightly embraced his lover back. Hans was drawing so much strength from this hug, and contact. "Thank you, Joren. I love you so much." Hans whispered into the Tiger-kyn's ear. Though he couldn't help it, he reached up, and started to stroke Joren's ear softly. "You're ears are so cute, and adorable." Hans chuckled. He could feel his stress, and fear dissipating. Hans didn't want to let Joren go, but he did and looked where Joren was. To a young woman, and child that clung to Gustav. "Is that your family, Gustav?" Hans asked. Gustav nodded. "They are beautiful. Ma'am, Your Husband is a very brave, and courageous man." Hans stated. Sasha smiled at Hans. "yes, he is. He is also a loving husband, and wonderful father." She said as she looked up at him. Sasha then turned to Hans. "Thank you. Thank you for bring him home safely." She said with a tear threatening at the corner of her eye. <br><br>Hans turned to Joren, and saw a determined look in his eyes. Hans smiled and kissed him deeply. "I can always count on you, my love." Hans said as they parted. "He he He, they kissed." Gretchen giggled innocently. Hans smiled at the girl. "Yes, Joren means everything to me. Just like your mother, and father mean everything to you." He stated, and the girl seemed to understand. She smiled as she tried to embrace Gustav, and Sasha's legs. <br><br>It was at this time that Hans felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around there was a couple of men standing behind him. "Yes? What can I do for you?" He asked. "Um, Sir....We...we heard that you were going to stay, and try and defend the civilians. So we wanted to help as well. I doubt we can beat them, but hopefully we can hold them off long enough to give the Civilians time to flee." the man said. "We?" Hans asked as he came forward. What he saw took his breath away. It was literally a small army there. A handful of medium tanks, and many, many soldiers. Hans smiled to the leader of the group. "Thank you. You, and the others may have just save the people." Hans stated. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>20-08-2013, 07:01:01</strong>
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				Joren leaned in letting Hans caress his large tufted ears. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed the small moment of peace before everything went crazy again. He knew this quick beak wouldn't last much longer so he was going to make the most of this. When Hans let him go he sighed. He hadn't wanted this moment to end but he didn't protest. He simply remained standing close to Hans. They had people to save and he wasn't going to let others go through the same thing he had. While he was thinking about these things he absent mindedly listened to Hans and Sasha. <br><br>He wasn’t paying too much attention so when Hans it was a little surprising but he didn't mind at all, in fact he tried to keep the kiss going as long as possible. When it ended Joren was smiling. At the sound of Gretchen’s voice Joren turned to look at her, smiling and nodding in agreement as Hans explained their relationship to the young girl. Hans’s words described how Joren felt about Hans just as much as it described how Hans felt about Joren and Joren didn’t have anything to add to Hans’s words.<br><br>At the sound of somebody’s voice who wasn't a part of the tanker crew or a member of Gustav’s family Joren quickly put the hat back on his head. He didn't know what Hans thought other people would do to him if they found out who he was but he had sounded really worried about him so Joren would continue to do as Hans had asked even if Joren thought the precautions were a little over the top. With the hat secure on his head and his tail still hidden beneath the large coat he was wearing, he looked out from behind Hans at all of the soldiers and tanks. “That’s a lot of soldiers.” Joren had seen what a small handful of people could do with their weapons and the thought of what all of those people could do was difficult for him to comprehend.&nbsp; He pulled back and looked up at Hans. “What’s the plan Hans?” Joren wasn't only questioning what the plan for the battle was but also what they should do should he and Hans get separated.&nbsp; Joren didn't know very much about this world and should something happen Joren knew he would need to find either Hans or one of the other members of the tank crew as soon as possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-08-2013, 17:18:58</strong>
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				Hans looked at Joren as he asked what was the Plan. Hans had to take a moment to think. He removed Joren's hat, and began to stroke his hair affectionately as he smiled at him. "I don't want you to hide who you are, my Love." Hans whispered. Given the situation, Hans didn't want to have any regrets, and wished the same for Joren. Several of the other men gasped as they back away from Joren. The other members of Hans crew came forward, and assured them that Joren wasn't a threat. After a moment, Hans pulled Joren to him, and held him tightly. "We Fight." He stated simply. It was a very simple plan. After a moment, he eased his embrace of Joren, and gave him another smile before he climbed up on top of his Tank to address everyone. <br><br><em>In this war, we're the aggressors! We are now facing the consequences of our past sins. However, that doesn't matter. This town is full of Civilians that had done no one any wrong. Yes, the Red Army is many, and we are few. That "They" say we are marching forward to our deaths, but I am honored. I'm honored to uphold the scared duty of a Soldier. To protect our Families, Friends, and Countrymen. I'm honored to be in the company of some of the Finest people I have ever known. You are all Heroes! Not to our Superiors, or those in other cities, but here, right here. To these people you are heroes. For it is you that is standing between them and a fate worse than Death. So hold your head up high.</em><br><br>Hans was panting as he finished, but was greeted with silence, and blank stares. Hans was never any good at motivational speaking. However soon, a voice starts from the Crowd followed by another, and another. It was the men, and they were singing "Panzerlied", or "Tank Song". They were Singing to bolster their spirits. Soon everyone was singing loudly. Preparing for the enemy that is to come. <br><br>Panzerlied<br>Panzerlied with subtitles - the German tank song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-n8YW1rrxI#)
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>23-08-2013, 06:25:04</strong>
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				Joren was surprised that Hans took off his hat especially since he had given him such explicit instructions not to reveal himself. Joren was grateful for it though. He didn’t like having to hide himself from everyone. It just wasn’t comfortable and there was so many little things that he had to remember like keeping as much of his fur cover as possible as well as his ears and tail or having to keep his tail completely still to avoid making it stick out from behind him so it was a relieve when he was allowed to remove his hat. Despite the pluses of removing his hat there was also obvious downsides to it. The other soldiers’ reactions were proof of it. He decided that despite not having to hide what he was anymore he was still going to stay close to Hans or another member of the crew whenever they were around other soldiers. Joren didn’t want to be the target of a sudden ambush fueled by hatred and fear because he wasn’t a human. He didn’t know about the widespread belief that the Aryans were the master race but if he did that would just further his belief that he should always have at least one of the other members of the tank crew around him.<br><br>After hearing Hans’s plans, Joren nodded and leaned on Hans’s shoulder before the tank commander pulled away and climbed onto the tank. He listened to Hans as he gave his speech it was very inspiring and if Joren had been a soldier it would have been even more inspiring. When Hans had finished his speech and they all began to sing Joren hummed along since he didn’t know the words. When the song had finished, Joren looked up at Hans and asked “Is there anything I can do to help?” Joren wasn’t a soldier but he did want to help in some way. If he could do something to prevent something bad from happening to Hans he would do it. Thinking abo9ut that also had an unintended side effect making Joren wonder what would happen to him should the enemy whoever they were capture him, a strange creature in a German coat or what would happen to him if German reinforcements arrived and he was away from Hans.&nbsp; Joren’s thoughts about such things took him to the same place, a cage where he would end up either as an experiment or some soldier’s, who would probably be a commander, slave or pet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-08-2013, 20:01:53</strong>
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				"You help me more than you know, my Beautiful Tiger." Hans whispered. "I'm going to need you to help Fritz with the loading of the main gun of our Tank. It would appear that the shells are behind me in the turret, and it would be difficult for him to constantly reach around me. The Shells are heavy, but I know you can do it Joren. You're very strong." Hans stated as he looked at his beloved. He wanted to hold, and Kiss Joren right at that moment. Hans felt an almost irresistable urge to cuddle with Joren, but that can wait until tonight. For now, Hans just caressed Joren's Cheek. The fur felt so soft under his finger tips. "You give me such strength, and courage that I can not be without you ever again." Hans whispered gently. <br><br>A couple of the commanders for the other elements approached Hans. "What is our strategy?" one asked. "Set up defensive positions within the city. The Russians uses sheer numbers to overwhelm their opponent. They do not fear sacrifices, but if we lure them into the city, it will be harder for their numbers to matter." Hans stated. He then turned to the Infantry commander. "Have your men make dug in areas. If they can, block off as many streets as they can that lead to the train station. I also what a detail at the station to help with the evacuation. I'm not going to lie or sugar coat it. We are up against a brick wall here." THe men nodded. "If we can communicate out. See if we can get some Air support. I'm sure The russians will be using planes to strafe the rail yard." Hans stated. The other tankers of Hans crew were very surprised listening to him. He sounded like a seasoned General. As he was giving his instructions, Hans never let go of Joren's hand. Lacing his fingers with that of Joren's. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 02:48:54</strong>
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				Joren said “I’ll do my best Hans,” as he smiled up at Hans and nodded his head when he was told how to help. Joren was glad to be able to help for once instead of just having to sit around and wait for Hans.&nbsp; Joren too wanted desperately to cuddle with Hans but as it was he had to settle for nuzzle Hans’s hand as it came up to stroke his cheek.<br><br>Joren only understood about half of what was being said when Hans turned to talk about strategy. He understood that the infantry were going to entrench themselves and block of streets but words like train station and air support confused the hell out of him. Then he just couldn’t see how they were supposed to get a message out in time unless the German headquarters were close by. If it were far away he couldn’t see how a person would be able to run fast enough to be able to contact someone.<br><br>After a moment Joren tuned out the conversation tire of not being able to understand it and instead he just continued to look around at the sheer amount of people that had showed up. How big was Germany if all these people were just in one place? He was still shocked at the sheer number of people. He was used to a world where things were at least population wise so much smaller than this. That thought spurred another what would a city like this look like when it wasn't ravaged by war and how could somebody avoid getting lost in it? Everything here made him feel a little small and on a reflex he squeezed Hans’s hand reminding himself that he wasn't alone here.<br><br>When Joren’s mind had turned back to the now, it seemed like Hans had finished giving out commands. He looked back up at Hans and spoke up again. “When you first announced that we we’re going to help these people, I was a little worried that you we’re going to make me stay behind again. I was ready argue with you until you let me stay with you. It’s just that after last time when I thought I was going to lose everything again second time, it was horrible. I don’t think I could let you leave without me again. If something were to happen to you and I ended up alone again. I think I would shatter.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-08-2013, 15:42:08</strong>
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				As the commands were given, they corresponding men dashed off to complete them until Hans, and everyone were alone again. Hans let out a long labored sigh. He felt a tremendous weight upon his shoulders and he hoped he was doing the Right thing. His conscious was telling him he was, but logic was telling him that this was a fools errand. He turned to Joren when he spoke softly. Listening to him before he knelt before Joren. "I fear that if I lose you, I would shatter." Hans whispered as he buried his face into Joren's chest. "Please don't let me go, Joren." He whispered. His voice pleading with need of his lover. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 05:56:56</strong>
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				Joren wrapped his arms around Hans and rubbed his head against Hans’s chest. Joren didn’t say anything at the moment. There wasn’t anything for him to say Words could only say so much but actions could say so much more. Their feelings seemed to be the same and Joren let his actions show Hans all of his feelings. The tiger-kyn refused to let go of Hans, and continued to hold on to him until Hans was ready to stand back up.<br><br>Joren was happy that he and Hans were being let alone at the moment. There had just been so many people around and he’d felt like he might have been swallowed up by the crowd of people. Eventually Joren did speak up. “Hans, where are we going to sleep tonight? In a tent again or do you think there’s some other place we can go? A place where we could just lay down together for a little while?” Joren desperately needed a place where he could spend time with and be alone with Hans just letting go for a while. So many things had happened to him that day, being thrown into a world where he had no idea what the culture was like, almost been blown up, then had been surrounded by more people than he had ever seen before and worst of all he’d almost lost Hans. It was a wonder that Joren was still able to act, for the most part, like himself.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-08-2013, 18:10:11</strong>
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				In answer to Joren's question. Gustav's wife came forward. "Our house isn't very far from here, and we have plenty of spare rooms." She offered to the beleaguered tankers. "We would really appreciate that Ma'am." Hans stated. She smiled and nodded. Gretchen was thrilled to not only have her father back, but she got to ride on the massive tank he worked on. The Trip over was very short, and they parked the tank around back. Outside, they could see families being evacuated from their homes, and escorted to the train station. There were still many, many families. <br><br>Hans, and Joren were shown a guest bedroom in the back of the house. It was a distance away so they would have their privacy, and peace. "Please relax. I'll begin making dinner right away." Gustav's wife spoke before closing the door. Gustav was in the main room playing with his daughter as the others were in their rooms just resting, and preparing themselves for the upcoming battle. Hans sat down in a chair as he extended his legs out. "I hope I am doing to right thing, Joren." He said with a sigh as he looked out the window at the large tank that sat parked in the snow. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>31-08-2013, 08:19:54</strong>
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				Joren was glad to hear that they had a place to stay for the night. He wanted to be close to Hans but he didn't want to make other tankers uncomfortable, which is probably what would've happened had they stayed in a tent for the nigh. But as it was they got to share a private guest room. Right, before Sasha left to leave Joren and Hans to be alone for a little while Joren spoke up. “Thank you for the room, Mrs. Sasha. When she had left he turned to look at Hans as he sat in a chair.<br><br>Joren thought that Hans seemed a little down at the moment, especially since he seemed to be questioning himself. Joren decided to do the only thing that he thought he could at the moment, be his normal cheerful and see if he couldn't cheer him up. “I’m sure you are Hans. You always do.” Joren said softly as he smiled up at Hans and then did the same thing he had done in the bath back at the inn, he crawled up into Hans’s lap. Joren promptly made himself comfortable in the soldier’s lap, leaning back and resting his head on Han’s chest, the tips of Joren’s ears, tickling the bottom of Hans’s chin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-09-2013, 19:08:32</strong>
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				Hans smiled at Joren when he scrambled upon his lap. Hans's arms seemed to wrap around Joren's middle instinctively as he held his precious lover to him. Hans nuzzled the back of Joren's head, and let himself be enveloped by the soft hair, and relaxing fragrance. He placed a few kisses upon the base of Joren's neck as he simply sat there holding him. "I thank Good the day I met you, Joren." He whispered as he tightened his embrace. <br><br>There came a soft knock on the door right before little Gretchen peeked in. "Momma asked that I tell you Dinner's ready." She chirped. "Thank you, Gretchen. Joren, and I will be right down." Hans stated with a smile as Gretchen closed the door. Hans then then started nuzzling up a storm with Joren. A happy smile upon his face as he chuckled. "Oh to cuddle with you all day is my fondest wish." He whispered before Kissing Joren deeply.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>04-09-2013, 22:33:02</strong>
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				Joren’s face lit up and he eagerly tilted his head and revealed his neck so Hans had easy access to it, letting him kiss him as much as Hans liked. Joren was just happy for a moment of alone time with Hans after all the things they had gone through so far today. He also loved having Hans giving him so much attention and he doubted that he would ever get tired of cuddling with Hans, even if they did it all day for the rest of their lives.<br><br>When Gretchen came in, he smiled at her as she delivered the news before leaving. He then was forced to stifle a giggle as Hans began to nuzzle him again, though he wasn’t completely successful. Joren was about to agree with Hans after he’d said his wish, when Hans kissed him, the tiger-kyn eagerly reciprocated parting his lips and letting Hans’s tongue into his mouth, simply melting into the kiss.&nbsp; When they pulled away Joren was panting softly. “Hans, we kind of need to go to dinner. They’re probably waiting on us.” He fidgeted in Hans’s lap for a moment. He had a request but he was a little embarrassed to say it aloud. After a moment he did ask it but his voice was soft and there was a red blush on his cheeks as he did. “Hans, when umm... dinner is over could you carry me back to the room?” Joren felt like it was probably an unusual request but he wanted to know what it felt like to have Hans hold him close and carry him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 15:30:28</strong>
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				Hans blushed a bit sheepishly as Joren reminded him that they were expected for dinner. "Okay." He said, but quickly noticed that Joren was fidgeting like he wanted something else. "Yes Joren?" Hans asked as he rubbed the Tiger-Kyn's back. Urging him to make his request known. When his Precious Tiger did ask, Hans smiled at him warmly. Hans leaned in and kissed his forehead. "Of course, My Love. Your wish is my command." Hans whispered before he eased Joren onto the ground. <br><br>Taking Joren's hand, Hans led him downstairs where everyone else was waiting patiently. Hans noticed the seat at the head of the table was vacant, and he smiled at Gustav's gesture of respect. "Gustav, we're in your home. You should sit at the head of the table." Hans stated. Gustav looked at his wife, and daughter, and they smiled at him. Gustav nodded as everyone shifted. He took his rightful place at the head of the table, and Hans his right by Joren's side. The meal was bratwurst, and vegetables, along with some bread, and Beer from Gustav's family brewery. It smelled all so delicious. Hans, and the others turned to Gustav's wife, and bowed their heads. "We humbly thank you for this meal." They all said in perfect unison. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>05-09-2013, 22:54:10</strong>
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				Joren was a little late with his thank you since he hadn't been with the tankers for very long he wasn't completely synced up with them yet but he would be in time but for now he was focused on the food in front of him. The food smelled wonderful and it made him glad that he had better senses then the others as the food’s aroma was oh so delicious. He began to eat the food glad for another night where they got to eat a hot meal instead of the military rations. His tail peeked out from under the great coat again and slowly swayed behind him while he ate. He took it easy on the beer though. It was good but he didn't want to get drunk or anything. That wouldn't be good especially in front of Gretchen.<br><br>After eating for a few minutes he reached in between the chairs and took one of Hans’s hands, before smiling at him and resumed eating. “This a very good meal, Sasha. You’re a great cook.” He complimented. He had half expected to have been asked questions by Sasha by now since, from what Hans had told him, he was unusual and not something seen in this world but then again she was probably was more focused on Gustav at the moment which was a good thing in his opinion.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>11-09-2013, 17:30:13</strong>
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				Joren was correct in his assumption as to why Sasha wasn't paying his phyiscal features any mind. She was constantly looking at Gustav as he ate. Sometimes her hand would disappear under the table, and Gustav would stiffen up before his eyes would find her again with a twinkle. Hans knew they were going to reaffirm their love later that night. When He felt Joren reaching below the table. Hans eagerly took his hand, and gave it an affectionate squeeze. He turned, and looked at Joren with a love filled smile, and a desire twinkling in his eyes. The others continued to dig in. There would not be a single scrape of food left, and everyone had their fill. Little Gretchen was teetering in her seat on the verge of passing out she was so tired. the day. "Ah, all the excitement of seeing her papa again made her tired." Sasha cooed as she picked up Gretchen, and cradled her in her arms. "Let's get her to bed. I'm sure she would be much more comfortable. If you all will please excuse us." Gustav said as he stood up with his wife and started towards Gretchen's room. Though the others were very quick to notice where Gustav had his hand. Planted quite nicely upon his wife's posterior.<br><br>Hans turned to Joren with a smile. Before anything was said, he scooped Joren up, and cradled him in his arms. Holding him tightly to his chest. Hans nuzzles Joren as his lips brushes across his lover's lips. "Mmm, I can hold you all day, Joren" Hans whispers with a hungry tone in his voice. Hans carries Joren to their room just as he promised all the while whispering sweet nothings in Joren's fuzzy ear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 02:58:27</strong>
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				Joren laughed happily as Hans scooped him out of his chair and eagerly wrapped his arms loosely around Hans’s neck as he was carried upstairs. He even began to purr softly once Hans started to nuzzle him. This was why he had asked Hans to carry him, the closeness. It was something that just made him happy knowing that his lover had surrounded him “We might not have all day but we certainly have all night.” Joren said softly once they had reached their room. He nuzzled Hans’s neck for a couple of moments before he spoke up again. “Could you let me down for a second Hans? I need to get undressed.” <br><br>Once Hans had let him go Joren shut the door and then promptly wiggled out of his clothes and put them to the side. He then moved to sit on the bed with his tail twitching behind him impatiently and a bright smile on his face. He had been waiting all day for a chance to get some alone time with Hans and now that he had it he was going to make sure he got as much out of it as he could.”Come on Hans don’t keep me waiting.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-09-2013, 19:56:33</strong>
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				Hans shivered with anticipation, and desire as he heard Joren say that they had all night. Though in the back of his mind, Hans kept in mind that they would have to be up early, and ready. Hans was going to tease Joren a bit, and not let him down. Truth be told, Hans loved carrying Joren. It made him think of carrying his "Bride" across the threshold. However, Hans capitulated and set his lover down. Joren quickly shut, and secured the door so that no one could walk in on them. An indication as to what Joren was desiring, and Hans was desiring it too. Hans chuckled as it seemed that Joren couldn't get out of his clothes fast enough. Hans could only beam a love infused smile at Joren as he asked Hans to hurry up. <br><br>Hans decided to have a little fun so he started to give Joren a bit of a strip tease. slowly removing articles of his uniform one by one till Hans was as nude as the day he was born. Though as he slipped his pants off, a throbbing erection bobbed, and jutted out from Hans's Hips. The shaft having a slight curve upwards as Hans's ball sack hung low, and swollen. Full of seed that he wanted to spill in Joren. Hans licked his lips hungrily as he slowly approached the Tiger-Kyn on the bed. His cock bobbing, and swaying with every step. <br><br>When Hans came to the side of the bed, he knelt before Joren, and placed his hands upon the Tiger's legs. "Joren. I know you, and I only known each other for a very short while. However, in that time you come to mean so much to me. You're the most important person in the world to me, and I love you with all my heart. When This battle is over, will you do me the Honor, and pleasure of Marrying me?" Hans asked as he looked up at Joren. His hands gripping Joren's legs in anticipation of his answer.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>15-09-2013, 08:18:31</strong>
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				Joren stared at Hans unable to look away from the sight of his glorious body while he stripped out of his clothes though he was a little frustrated that Hans was taking so long but the tease had its intended effect raising Joren’s desire for what was about to come even more..&nbsp; Joren’s eyes were glued on Han’s cock as it moved up and down as he moved towards him. If Joren hadn't been ready before he certainly was now as his cock grew harder than it had ever been before. His desire was growing every second as he was eagerly awaiting the moment when Hans joined him on the bed, wanting to feel Hans’s bare flesh against his fur.<br><br>Joren thought he was ready for whatever it was that Hans was about to do when he grabbed his legs only to be surprised when Hans asked him to marry him. Joren was speechless, his brain simply was functioning from all the emotions he felt. He felt everything from love to happiness, to nervousness and just about everything in between. “Yes. I will. I love you Hans and want to be with you forever.” Joren’s voice was soft as if he thought that if he spoke any louder everything would disappear and he would realize this was all a dream.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-09-2013, 23:37:53</strong>
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				Hans's heart was beating so hard it was like a drum. When Joren said he would marry him, and that he loved him. Hans couldn't remember a time in his life when he was more happy. He leaped onto the bed, and Joren. "Thank you Joren!" Hans stated as he wrapped his arms around Joren as tightly as he could. Hans looked at him deeply in his eyes, and whispered. "I love you, Joren." He stated before he pressed his lips against Joren's with a heat that seemed to envelope Hans entire body. Feeling Joren's fur against his Bare flesh was electricfying, and his cock showed this by twitch rapidly as it pressed into Joren's leg. Hans's hand tried to caress every inch of Joren's body all at the same time. Hans couldn't get enough of his lover. "Joren...my lover, my Fiance, my one, and only Tiger." Hans cooed as he rolled onto his back, and pulled Joren on top of him. Hans continued to look in Joren's eyes as his hands ran up, and down Joren's back. All the way down to his tight ass. Squeezing Joren's cheeks in his strong hands as he pressed his hips into Joren. "God I love the way you feel against me." Hans stated with a deep carnal hunger
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>18-09-2013, 22:04:16</strong>
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				Joren leaned forward and kiss Hans, his tail flickering back and forth behind him excitedly as Hans’s hands roamed over his body. Joren wanted Hans badly. The feeling of Han’s flesh against his fur was enough to make Joren burn with desire.&nbsp; “I love you Hans.” Joren said again. Joren moved his head down to nuzzle Hans’s neck, filling himself with Hans’s scent. “I want you Hans, more than anything.” He whispered before kissing Hans again. This was what Joren sought the closeness, the love. It was what he craved, needed. Someone to take away all the pain and replace it with pleasure. Hans was able to do that and Joren loved him for it. Being treated like the only thing that matters was such a nice opposite to what he’d been before, nothing but property.<br><br>Joren eagerly sought out Hans’s attentions as they continued to lie together, licking lightly on Hans’s chest and continuing to nuzzle his lover. It was a little hard to believe that he would get to be with Hans for the rest of their lives. Joren hadn’t thought that he would ever feel this kind of happiness after being enslaved and yet here he was so very very happy.&nbsp; Joren began to purr and arch his his back whenever Hans&nbsp; stroked his back, showing off just how good Hans was making him feel.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-09-2013, 17:11:33</strong>
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				For this moment, this all too brief precious moment. Hans allowed himself to forget about the war. Forget about all the destruction, and killing and focus only on one thing, Joren. This Tiger's love, and attention was a balm that soothed Hans's frayed nerves. Feeling him on top of him, Hans's could help but feel deeply aroused. His manhood quickly growing thick, and hard. Eager to make love to his beloved. "I need you Joren. I can't live without you anymore." Hans whispered as he let his hands rub up, and down Joren's thighs. Feeling him lick, and nuzzle his chest felt amazing. Joren's scratchy tongue stimulated Hans in a way he never felt. His nipples were quickly growing hard. "That feels so good, Joren." Hans moaned softy. Hearing Joren Purr, Hans chuckled softly. "Your purring is music to my ears, Joren. I can listen to you purr all day." Hans whispered. He wanted to lay there, and let Joren explore his entire body. The Body of his lover, and his future husband. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>28-09-2013, 07:30:32</strong>
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				Joren felt Hans’s cock grow bigger, pressing up against and he smiled pleased that he could get such a reaction from Hans. Joren leaned forward and continued his assault of affection. This was all he needed. Hans and the feeling of having him with him. Joren blushed at Hans’s words about his purring but it was difficult to stop. Having Hans’s hands on him just made Joren feel so good. After nuzzling Hans for another good couple of minutes. Joren wrapped his arms around Hans and lay down on top of him.&nbsp; Joren wanted to feel as much of Hans as possible. This man was his wonderful lover, his savior, and so many other wonderful things that Joren was unable to list them all. <br><br>Joren tightened his hold Hans slightly though this was his subconscious mind that made him do so. Even with all the pleasure and happiness, there was a place far to the back of his mind buried deep, where he was truly worried about tomorrow. He’d lost everything once who was to say it would not happen again. So Joren spurred on not by his happiness and the pleasure of being with Hans but also the subconscious thought that he might lose everything again, continued to lavish Hans with all of the attention and love that he could.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-10-2013, 19:21:54</strong>
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				Hans let out a low moan as he felt Joren lower himself down upon him. Feeling their bodies pressed together was heavenly. Hans smiled as he felt Joren snake his arms around him. Hans's arms wrapping around Joren's waist as he felt his lover's arousal pressing into him. Hans rolled his hips to rub them together which sent fire coursing through him. Though when he felt Joren holding him tighter, Hans grew worried. He knew what was troubling Joren. You didn't last as long as Hans, and his men on the battlefield without being intimately familiar with the notion that Tomorrow may be your last. However, Hans and his men learned how to simply tune it out and go on. However, this would be Joren's first real battle. He raised his head, and kissed Joren on the lips. A soft reassuring smile before he rolled Joren onto this back on the bed. Hans slowly lowered himself on to Joren. supporting the bulk of his weight on his elbows as he slipped himself between Joren's legs. "Don't think about it, my Love. Don't focus on tomorrow, but right now. It is just you, and me in this world. No war, no others. Just you, me, and this room we share our hearts in." Hans whispered as he looks into Joren's beautiful eyes. Hans then began to place soft kisses all over Joren's lips, and neck as his throbbing cock rubbed at the entrance of Joren's bud.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>07-10-2013, 02:24:52</strong>
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				Joren continued to hold onto Hans as Hans rolled them over unwilling to let go of his lover. Joren let Hans cover him in kisses, enjoying the feeling of Hans’s lips against him and returning the kiss whenever Hans’s lips touch his home. He understood Hans’s words and knew it was good advice but it was hard to keep the thought of tomorrow from entering his head. It wasn’t even his own death that he was afraid of, it was the thought of losing Hans. He didn’t even want imagine something like that happening but the image was a difficult one to get rid of. Joren tried to lose himself in Han’s blue eyes and the comforting weight of his lover on top of him. He wiggled his hips&nbsp; a bit rubbing himself against the heat he felt pressing against his entrance. “I know I should focus on now but I’m scared Hans. I’m scared of losing everything again, scared of being all alone again.” Joren raised his head slightly and buried it in the crook of Han’s shoulder. Joren wanted to forget everything what might happen tomorrow, what had happened to him in the past, everything except for Hans and the feeling what it was like to lie with Hans.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-10-2013, 19:56:37</strong>
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				Seeing the Fear still within his eyes, and hearing Joren's words. Hans gave his love a soft smile as he Held Joren too him, and let him bury his face into the crook of his neck. Hans slowly rolled over, and pulled Joren on top of him. Letting the Tiger kyn's weight rest on his person. Hans held Joren like that for several quiet moments as he rubbed his back. After about 10 minutes of silence. Hans raised Joren's head to look him in the eye. "Do not fear the morning for I know I'll survive, and you'll survive. I know we'll see the end of tomorrow, and many, many days after that. Cause I love you Joren, and I am going to marry you, and make you the Happiest Tiger-Kyn in two worlds. cause you made me the Happiest man in two worlds. I can not die tomorrow. My heart, and soul are yours, and yours alone." Hans whispered as he pulled Joren into a very deep kiss. He could feel Joren's fur against his own flesh.<br><br>Hans then pulled up the Covered, and extinguished the light. "This is how you, and I will sleep forever. nude with nothing between us. For everything that I am is yours for the taking." Hans promised as he rested his head into the crook of Joren's neck. His arms, and legs wrapped around Joren, and intertwined possessively. "I'll love you forever, my precious Tiger."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>21-10-2013, 07:32:21</strong>
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				Joren lay there comforted and feeling secure wrapped up in Hans’s body as he was. Nothing could hurt him when Hans held him like this. It was impossible. The only thing that Hans would allow to touch him was him. Despite these thoughts Joren continued to cling on to Hans. Joren’s grip would slowly ease up as the minutes passed changing into a simple comfortable hold. Joren still had some doubts about tomorrow but he trusted Hans completely. If Hans was sure that everything was going to go well and they would be fine, Joren believed him. After another minute Joren spoke his voice barely above a whisper. “Hans, you’re my everything. My first and only love. If you say tomorrow is going to be okay I believe you. I love you too Hans and I’ll you forever and ever.”&nbsp; Joren laid his head back down on Hans’s shoulder. Joren had meant every word completely. Hans was his whole world nothing else mattered except for him.<br><br>Joren resumed his silence for another five minutes before nudged Hans’s arm with his head. They should probably go to sleep soon but Joren had a small request. “Hans could you pet me or rub my back again? It feels really good.” It was a silly thing to ask for when they were both about to sleep but maybe having a silly request granted would reassure whatever doubts lingered in Joren’s mind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-10-2013, 18:03:43</strong>
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				Hans only smiled in the darkness of their room when he heard Joren's simple request. his hand starting to move, up, and down his back. Occasionally running through his hair. The tips of his fingers brushed over Joren's ears. Hans would continue to pet, and rub Joren's back until he fell asleep. Hans loved how Joren's body felt against his as he let the young Tiger-Kyn lay in his arms. Hans would curl around Joren in a protective manner, and slip into sleep with him.<br><br>The Following morning started early, very early. The Infantry worked through the night to block off roads, and streets that led to the train station. The Civilians still in the midst of evacuating. Trains being loaded to the point that people were sitting on top of the cars as they were pulling out. However, it will still be hours before they could get the majority of people out of the city, and to Safety. <br><br>The defending forces worked to dig themselves in. Snipers, and Machine gunners were hidden within the blown out buildings facing the obvious direction of the Enemy attack. The Panzers were in dug into earthen barricades to where only their Turrets showed. Building a wall of Armor, and firepower to stave off the encroaching Hoard. A thick fog hung over the City like a death shroud. All, in all it was a gloomy, and oppressing feeling hanging over the tired, and weary defenders. <br><br>Hans was talking with the various commanders and getting the last minute updates on his troops positions, and supplies. Fritz was giving Joren a crash course in how to help be a loader. basically showing him to properly pick up the shells so it doesn't hurt him, and how not to get his fingers pinched. Gustav was saying good bye to his wife, and daughter. His Daughter was bawling up a storm, and refused to let go of her father. Clinging to his jacket for dear life. <br><br>"Okay, pass out extra rations, and make sure everyone is well fed. We don't have to win the day, just keep the Russians at bay. So that the civilians can escape." Hans stated as he pulled his jacket tighter to stave off the biting cold. The Lt. saluted, and darted off to get the last minute prep work done. Hans climbed up the side of his tank, and slipped down into the Commander's hatch. "Everyone ready?" He asked. Everyone looked at him, and gave him their best smiles. Hans smiled back as he looked over at Joren. Reaching out, Hans ran this fingers through Joren's hair, and rubbed his ear gently. "You're my good luck Charm, Beloved." Hans said with a loving smile. Turning to the front, Hans took a breath. "Panzer Advance!" He ordered, and the Tiger II tank rumbled forward, and down the street to meet up with the other tanks at the outskirts of town. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 00:24:30</strong>
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				Joren grew sleepier and sleepier under Han’s soothing touches, arching his back slightly following the movement of Hans’s hands. His mind slowly drifted away taking his fears and worries with it. Eventually falling into a peaceful and happy sleep, wrapped up in the comfortable warmth of Hans’s body heat.<br><br>As Hans talked to the commanders. Joren was listening intently to Fritz as he explained what Joren was supposed to do. He didn’t want to make any mistakes. He wanted to perform his job perfectly for Hans in the crew. He didn’t want something bad to happen because he had made a mistake. When Hans arrived and slipped into the commander’s hatch, Joren gave him his best smiled and purred softly as Hans ran his hand through his hair. When Hans stopped to turn to the front, Joren stopped his purring and returned to standing around, waiting for something to happen. He was nervous, very nervous about what was going to happen soon but he was determined to help everyone as much as he could even if it wasn’t much. <br><br>He didn’t care about Germany or what country controlled what land. Joren just cared about the people, more than that he cared about the members of the tank crew he had to come know and more than anything else he cared about Hans. Joren didn't know what would happen when everything happened but he just wanted everyone to come out alive so they could be with their families and he could be with Hans.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-10-2013, 20:43:24</strong>
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				The Tiger II rolled down the street as the remains of blown out buildings rose into the overcast sky like skeletal fingers reaching for salvation, but there was none to be had. Not on this day. Fritz seeing how nervous Joren seemed, he motioned for the Young kyn to come over, and stand in the Loader's hatch. Hans smiled at Joren when he saw him poke his head up. "Ah, something beautiful to look at." Hans stated as the Tiger II continued down the street. The sides of the street were lined with the towns people continuing to the train depot. Carrying bags, and anything they could strap to their backs. Many of them had hopeless expressions as if it was the end of the world. Though, as they looked upon the faces of their defenders. There were smiles, and wishes of good fortune, and prayer. Some evening touching the side skirts of Hans's tank as small tokens of appreciation. All over the city, the soldiers were making the last second preparations for the defense of the town. None believed they would completely stop the Russians, they only wanted to delay them. Hans let out a labored sigh. Today is going to be a very difficult, and long day. <br><br>They would reach the outskirts of the town shortly. A massive field stretched between them and a thick bank of fog. one could just barely see the bare trees standing in the forest. If there was a more foreboding sight, Hans nor any of his men could think of it. The air was cold, as the field was covered in a thick blanket of snow for the previous night's falling. Along the lines, the Tanks were dug in till just their turrets showed. thus making them harder targets for the Russian gunners. Machine gun nests, and Snipers hid in the remains of the buildings. Just behind them were the infantry. one block from the Train yard. The few artillery pieces were waiting for orders from the front line. Today was going to be a difficult day, a long day. <br><br>Large billowing clouds of carbon dioxide swirled in front of the mouths of the men as they waited. the oppressive atmosphere threatened to sap their will to fight, but seeing their fellow man stalwart gave them strength. Soon, the tell tale sound of Engines could be heard as silhouettes could be seen in the forest. Tanks, and men moving, and marching. Hans grimaced as he remembered the idea he had that morning before Joren woke up. Hans turned to Joren, and smiled. "Joren, please get in the turret, and secure the hatch." Hans stated as he pulled out a large white bed sheet. "Willy take us into the field slowly." Hans ordered as he held up the white sheet of surrender. Perhaps, perhaps he could talk himself and the people here out of a costly battle. Perhaps the Russian commander would be willing to let everyone leave if they give them the town. Hans could only hope. <br><br>From the Russian lines, another tank began to roll forward. A design that he nor his men encountered before. It was the Russian IS-2 Heavy Tank. From the top of the turret, a Hatch opened as grizzly looking man appeared. His eyes were cold, and vicious. Hans's hope began to fall. The Two tanks came to a stop a few feet from each other. Their guns pointing slightly off center. Hans left his radio one so the other troops in town could hear him. "What do you want, German?" The Russian commander sneered. "To offer you, and your men to the "Grinder"?" He chuckled. "No, I wish to negotiate." Hans replied. The Russian raised his eyebrow. "Negotiate. What do you offer?" The Russian asked. "The Town, Free with no resistance." Hans declared. "And in return?" The Russian sneered as he leaned against his turret hatch. "Time. Time to get the citizenry, and my men out." Hans replied. Now it was up to what the Russian would say. Hans was very nervous, and wished he was holding Joren to keep himself calm. How the Russian not see him shaking. Hans would never know. <br><br>IS-2 Heavy Tank:<br>(http://militaryfactory.com/armor/imgs/is2-joseph-stalin.jpg)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>04-11-2013, 05:36:45</strong>
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				Joren made his way over to the loaders hatch and popped his head out when Fritz signaled that it was okay for him to do so. He smiled back at Hans when he heard the comment and was glad that Hans could still say such things even when they were soon going to be in a fight for their lives. Knowing Hans was still the same as he always was comforted Joren He was working as Joren’s anchor at the moment and was the primary reason why Joren hadn’t started to freak out or anything yet. He turned his head to watch as people walked by, amazed at just how many people lived in the city and saddened that so many people had to leave their homes. Since Joren hadn’t put on the hat or anything to hide what he was the passing civilians could easily see that he was different from them. Some stopped and stared at him, others just kept walking pretending not to see him but still no one stopped to yell at him or throw things at him for being different. Although whether or not that was because he was riding in a tank, he didn’t know.<br><br>When they reached the outskirts of the city, Joren continued to keep his head out, not wanting to go back inside just yet.&nbsp; He stayed outside watching the edge of the forest and the landscape for a while until Hans told him to get back in the turret. He might have argued with the instructions if they had been in any other situation but Hans seemed very serious and very tense so he did as he was asked, ducking back into the turret and securing the hatch behind him.&nbsp; He moved back to his previous position, waiting for something to happen.<br><br>When the tank stopped, Joren turned to look at Hans and was about to ask what was happening when he heard an unfamiliar voice beginning to speak. Joren could easily hear the conversation with his hearing. He could tell how tense and nervous Hans was from his body language. Joren wanted to peak his head out and let Hans see him so he knew he was here but he knew he couldn't do that. Instead he did the only thing he thought he could do. He got closer to Hans and reached out finding Hans’s hand and holding it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-11-2013, 14:41:08</strong>
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				Oh how Hans wished he could tell Joren how much him holding his hand helped. From that simple contact, Hans derived so much strength his beloved, and he needed every bit of it for this encounter. The Russian was seasoned, and hardened while Hans was still quite young, but he had conviction. Conviction in the belief that what he was doing is right. Even if they Russian refuses, this is giving them time. Every minute that passes is more, and more people escaping the city. The Seconds seemed to stretch into infinity as Hans held the Russian's gaze. Hans's thumb rubbing small circles on the back of Joren's hand. <br><br>Finally, the silence was broken by a deep belly laugh from the Russian. "Why should I even consider your Offer? Surely you don't expect me to fall for "Being Human" Bullshit! You, and your people are the last ones on this Earth to even try that argument. NO! We'll fight, and I'll crush you beneath my tank treads. So go, and prepare yourselves to die horribly, and I'll make sure my men take real good care of the Women." The Russian stated with a malicious sneer. Hans's features hardened at that. While he hoped for a peaceful resolution, the Russian's response was the one that Hans expected. He gave Joren's hand a squeeze as he summoned his courage. "If that is what you wish, than you'll find my men, and I will be quite a tenacious Foe. What is that you people say? "Moscow is at your backs?" Well we can't back down either." Hans declared. The Russian let out another deep laugh. "I hope so. It would make killing you all all the more pleasurable." He declared. <br><br>With nothing more to say, the two commanders parted ways. Hans lowered himself down into the turret of his tank before a russian Sniper could try, and pick him off. Inside the tank, Hans began shaking. He looked at Joren, and suddenly embraced him tightly. "Thank you." He whispered to the young Tiger-Kyn. The King Tiger started up the small climb to the defensive line, and took its position. They wouldn't have long to wait for the start of the battle. The Tell-Tale booms of Artillery could be heard the distance right before an ear-splitting whistling seemed to penetrate the tank's armor. <br><br>As the First Artillery barrage landed, the Russians began to charge out of the forest with a vengeance. Their Battle cries howling over the field. Yet the Germans were quick to respond as the Machine gun nests that were hidden in the building opened up, and began to tear apart the Russian soldiers. The Germans were being smart about this. They were not charging ahead to meet the enemy. Instead, they were letting the Russians exhaust themselves crossing the field. Their own Artillery answering barrage with their own barrage. As the Russian Tanks began to Appear. The Line of German Tanks began to fire into their ranks. Even the King Tiger of Hans, and his men were pouring what they had into the fray. Their Tank's massive 88mm gun ripping through the smaller T-34/75s tanks. Inside the Turret, it was organized chaos as Fritz, and Joren worked together to feed the Tank's main weapon as Hans called out targets to Johann, the gunner. "You're doing perfect, Joren." Fritz stated as they worked. Trying to keep Joren from worrying too much.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>09-11-2013, 08:57:06</strong>
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				Joren remained nearby, continuing to hold Hans’s hand as he finished talking to the other commander, squeezing his hand in an attempt at reassurance. Joren was sad that to hear that a peaceful resolution wasn't possible. He knew what it was like to lose a home and have everything taken from you. He hadn't been taken by soldiers but he didn't think what would happen to the people who remained in the city would be that much different than his own experience. He didn't want what happened to him happen to any of the people of the town.<br><br>Joren was worried as he watched Hans enter the tank shaking. He hadn’t ever seen his lover so scared. He didn't like seeing him this way. If Hans hadn't come forward at that moment to embrace him, Joren would have. He loved Hans so much and he would've done anything to make Hans stop shaking, anything at all. He hugged Hans tight and didn’t let go until the soldier had let go of him. “I love you.” Joren whispered before going back to his earlier position waiting for everything to begin.<br><br>As the battle began, Joren could hear the roar of the machine guns and the booms from the explosions outside. He passed off the shells to Fritz as fast as he could without dropping a shell or hurting himself. He focused completely on the task at hand not wanting to think about what would happen if he messed up or what the shells were being used for. He knew that if he stopped to think, he wouldn't be moving again at all. He would be frozen in fear and shock, doing nothing but getting in the way so he continued to work and kept his mind busy. He looked up at Fritz when he heard the man compliment him. He looked up and said a quiet, “Thank you, Fritz” before he resumed his work, doing as much as he could to continue his work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>16-11-2013, 14:25:09</strong>
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				The Germans put up a Hellish barrage to stave off the encroaching Russian horde, but the Russians were simply too many as the charged across the open field shouting their defiant war cry. However, what they found were not the young, and untested Germans that Germany was forced to place on the battlefield. They found stalwart, and determined defenders trying desperately to defend innocent civilians from a fate worse than death. the once bright snowy fields quickly began to turn crimson with the blood of the dying. Hans gritted his teeth as he watched two of his Panzer IVs erupt in flames. The Crews either being cut down by enemy fire, or burning alive. The Russians rushed to their deaths, eager to take as many Germans with them as they possibly can. Quickly, they got close enough that Fritz, and Gustav had to start sweeping their ranks with machine gun fire from the Tiger II's Co-axial, and Hull mounted machine gun. Leaving Joren with the task of loading the main gun. Hans took a moment and looked over at Joren, and smiled. "I love you, Joren." Hans whispered. The Next moment, he pulled himself up, and out of the turret to man the Commander's MG-42 Machine gun. Soon, the brass shell casings began to rain down over the side of the Large Tiger Tank.<br><br>As the Russians continued to advance, the sun came out and was quickly burning away the mists. With the clear skies, a new sound came. The droning sound of engines as the beleaguered defenders could see dark specks in the sky coming from the East. Their spirits began to fall as they knew it was Enemy aircraft. However, they wouldn't be allowed to have the skies freely as Hans's call for Air cover was answered, and the Luftwaffe had sent several Squadrons of Bf109Gs, and Fw190s. Along with them were several Ju-87 "Stuka" Dive Bombers. Just like on the ground the Luftwaffe was horribly outnumbered, but they fought with the ferocity that would bring great pride to any pilot. For the enemy on the ground, their advance would be slowed by the Demonic Howling of the Stukas as they dove down upon the Russian Ranks. Their planes specifically designed to emit a moral shattering howl as it dove down, and dropped their bombs on concentrations of enemy soldiers, and tanks. <br><br>Bf-109G<br>(http://misc.kitreview.com/bookreviews/images/bf109g10u4reviewbg_sample.jpg)<br><br>Fw-190<br>(http://www.cybermodeler.com/hobby/ref/kag/images/kag_fw190-3_d.jpg)<br><br>Ju-87 "Stuka" Dive Bomber<br>(http://militaryfactory.com/aircraft/imgs/junkers-ju87-stuka.jpg)<br><br>The Sound of a Stuka Dive Bomber<br>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/nZZ504TGDpE?feature=player_detailpage" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>25-11-2013, 21:03:18</strong>
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				Joren kept up his work solo once Frtiz left to fire one of the machine guns. He was slower since he was doing it on his own but continued to load the main gun as fast as he could. He looked up when he heard Hans say his name. He watched as Hans left the relative safety of the tank to stand outside and fire the machine gun. Joren started to grow worried about him and it only grew the longer Hans stayed out there. He was more vulnerable and well Joren didn’t like that at all but he couldn’t say anything it. Hans knew more about these things then he did buy it didn’t stop Joren from worrying and he frequently turned his head to look at Hans to make sure nothing happened. His ears and tail twitched anxiously every time he did so.<br><br>All of a sudden Joren could hear some kind of loud howling making him stop his work and causing his ears to press down against his head in an attempt to block some of the noise. “It hurts.” He whispered. The loud high pitched noise hurt his sensitive ears and he pushed his ears down further trying to block out as much of it as he could. He wanted the noise to stop. After a few seconds Joren began to move but every time the howling started again he winced and he had to stop for a second before he could continue to soldier through the noise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>27-11-2013, 17:34:07</strong>
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				If it was within Hans's power, he would have never subjected Joren to this madness, and danger, but he couldn't simply abandon these people to save himself. The MG-42 continued to spew its own version of death. It seemed for every that fell four more too his place. Even under the terrible onslaught. The brave defenders didn't yield. The bodies continued to pile up in the fields as Death danced for joy on the sidelines. Once the enemy got 3/4s across the field, Hans dropped down into the turret. "All units begin a battling retreat. Fall back from Current positions, and continue according to the plan." He instructed over the radio. Hans switched off the radio, and let out his breath as Willy was rolling the Tiger II back from its emplacement. Hans spared a moment in all this chaos to look at Joren, and gave the young Tiger a smile. "You can put the shell away for now." He stated as he slipped from his seat, and embraced Joren. Holding him tightly as the sounds of the war erupted all around them. "We'll live through this, and I'm going to marry you, Joren." Hans whispered in his ear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>30-11-2013, 09:47:08</strong>
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				Joren couldn’t see what was happening outside from his position, which was probably a good thing, he really didn’t want to. But he could hear the sounds of the battle outside coming closer. When Hans finally dropped back into the turret the young tiger-kyn was relieved. He couldn’t help but be worried about Hans. Joren had seen a little of what this world’s weapons could do and he didn’t want anything bad to happen to Hans.&nbsp; He loaded one last shell while Hans finished giving orders on the radio. “Okay.” Joren called out, stopping when he was told he could. He took the moment to take a deep breath and try to calm down his still shaky nerves. Hans’s embrace helped with that immensely. He leaned lightly on Han’s chest as he was held, immediately feeling safe in the arms of the man who had rescued him just a few days ago. “I know we’ll make it through this. You promised me we would.” Joren might have been worried and a little scared but he still trusted Hans completely and believed that the soldier would keep his promise, no matter what happened. He had never let Joren down and he couldn’t believe that Hans would start to do so now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>03-12-2013, 16:33:20</strong>
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				As the Valiant defenders began to pull back, the Russian horde swarmed in. Though Hans's foresight really paid off as the Russians were funneled into the streets, and thus minimizing their effectiveness. However, that didn't diminish their threat. The Russians began to scour the ruins for any straggling defenders, and they showed no mercy to those that they found. Now with their soldiers, and the enemy so entangled, the Russian Artillery fell silent. Up in the sky, the Luftwaffe fought hard to keep any attackers from the rail yard, and attacking the German tanks. Inside Hans's tank, he eased his embrace of Joren, and gave him a serene smile. "Soon my love, soon we'll be able to live happily, but for now we must fight, and fight hard." he said. There was a sadness in Hans's voice as he didn't want Joren to fight, or to be involved in this madness. Hans gave Joren a soft kiss before he completely released the Tiger-Kyn. "Please load the 88." Hans stated as he pulled himself back up out of the Turret to fire the -42&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>04-12-2013, 07:18:01</strong>
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				Joren murmured softly as Hans kissed him. The kiss was enough to encourage Joren to keep going, to continue to do what he could to help. “Yes Sir.” Joren said smiling up at Hans as he gave the order to resume loading the tank’s main gun. He wanted to show Hans that he was okay and that there was no need to worry about him. To be honest, he was scared, more like terrified but he didn’t want Hans to know that. He had enough to think about without having to worry about him as well as the battle. Joren pulled away and went back to his earlier position, picking up another shell and loading it into the canon. He turned back to face where Hans was firing the -42. “Be careful, please.” He whispered under his breath before turning to back to load another shell into the canon. The brief reprieve seemed to be over and it was time to fight again. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 17:58:25</strong>
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				Further, and further the defenders were being pushed back, but they made the Russians pay for every step in blood. No German cowered that day as they couldn't afford too. at the Rail yard, the civilians could easily hear the sounds of the battle raging not even a mile behind them. Many of the civilian began to pray. Others simply waited for their death. In the skies, contrails swirled, and swarmed as the fighters dueled, and died. There was a couple platoon of infantry at the train station trying to get everyone boarded on the trains without separating families. Trains were lined for miles. One coming in right after the other. Many having the people sitting on top of the roof of cars, in cargo cars, and even on the steam engine. People simply trying to flee the hell that was brought upon them.<br><br>In the Tiger II, Hans men continued to fight. As he was the commander of this Defensive. Hans's, and his tanks safety was taken highest priority. Causing a couple of the smaller Panzer IVs, and PzIIIs to take shots, and sacrifice themselves for the lead Tank. Course this didn't mean that the Tiger II didn't take hits as well. Her Frontial Armor, and the Turret was scored in many pot marks. The Crew holding their breath every time a round struck home, causing the entire tank to ring like a church bell. It was painful to Hans's ears, so he could only imagine how bad it was for Joren. However, through it all, Hans saw Joren never faltering. Showing his bravery by keeping the massive 88 fed as Johann, and Hans queued up targets, and blew them away. <br><br>Hans's took a moment to look down into the turret to grab another box magazine for his MG-42. He smiled at Joren as he grabbed the box. "We're winning!" Hans told his lover. Every minute they survived was a victory. Every minute was another family boarding a train for safety. Hans stood back up out of the turret to reload his Machine gun when he heard a thunderous boom. that same Russian IS-2 Heavy Tank that Hans talked with earlier came around the corner, and fired its 122mm cannon. The round missed Han's tiger, but the round slammed into the building right next to it. Blowing out the wall sending brick, and mortar everywhere. Hans was struck in the left side of his face by a huge chunk of brick, and fire. scorching a part of Han's face, and destroying his left eye. Hans fell down into the turret, unconscious. Blood oozing from the burnt part of his face.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>09-12-2013, 09:47:48</strong>
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				Joren continued to load the canon as fast as he could despite the tortuous ringing that would occur whenever the tank took a hit. He flashed Hans a smile when he told him they were winning before loading another shell into the 88. Joren did his job as best as he could in the hopes that by doing so Hans would be fine and he could help to keep Hans safe. Joren had no idea that things were about to make a turn for the worse. He had just finished loading another shell and he had turned to look at Hans once more to give him another smile when the round from the IS-2 hit the wall behind them. <br><br>He had been going to say something like that was close when Hans fell down into the turret. It was like everything was happening in slow motion as Joren watched Hans fall. Joren was in shock. This couldn’t be happening. It just couldn’t. They were supposed to all make it out of here okay. He was just imagining things. Hans would get up in just a second and he would be fine. He had to be. When Hans didn’t get up Joren forgot about his position and ran to him as best as he could inside the tank. <br><br>There was no space or Joren to even think about what it was that he was supposed to be doing. His entire being was focused on Hans. Joren fell to his knees beside Hans and grabbed his hand with both of his. “Get up Hans. Stop scaring me like this. You’re okay. You have to be.” Joren said vehemently denying that this was even happening. Despite his denials tears were starting to well up in his eyes. “Get up Hans. Get up!” The tears were starting to stream down Joren’s cheeks. “You have to be fine. You promised me that you would. You can’t leave me all alone. I can’t make it through this by myself. I can’t.”<br><br>Joren couldn’t see or hear Hans’s breathing, or think about something like checking his heartbeat or pulse. All he could see was the blood and the burns. The idea that he should continue to load the 88 despite what had just happened didn’t even cross the tiger-kyn’s mind. He wasn't a soldier. At the moment he was just a&nbsp; terrified 18 year old kid who was afraid that he was about to have everything taken away from him for a second time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 17:28:18</strong>
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				When Joren stopped loading the gun to check on Hans, Fritz instantly took back over. Neither him, nor Johann blamed the poor boy. He wasn't suppose to be there. He deserved to be someplace warm, and safe, not this frigid hell. Johann reached up, and closed the hatch. THe last thing they needed was a Russian tossing in a grenade right now.<br><br>Hans would slowly come around. Opening his good eye and saw Joren's face just before his. His mind was a bit rattled as he couldn't place where he was. He couldn't hear anything either as it was all just a dull ringing in his ears. Hans gave Joren a drunken smile as he reached up, and cupped the Tiger's cheeks. "So...Beautiful...my Tiger." He whispered. His Arm slid around Joren, and pulled him into a tight embrace. "I love holding you, Joren." He whispered as he buried his face into Joren's neck, and shoulder, nipping lovingly. <br><br>When Hans eased his embrace, the pain was starting to wash over him as well as the realization that that something was wrong. "Joren...I can't see out of my left eye. What's wrong?" He asked as he looked up at his lover. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>11-12-2013, 18:43:08</strong>
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				Joren was immensely relieved when Hans woke up. No words or voice had ever sounded as sweet as Hans’s did to Joren at that moment. He’d been so scared that Hans wouldn’t wake up. He wrapped his arms around Hans tightly, clinging to him for all he was worth as Hans embraced him. Even when Hans eased his embrace Joren continued to cling to him tightly, unwilling to let him go after the scare Hans had given him<br><br>Joren found it hard to answer Hans when he asked him about what had happened. He reached up to his face with one hand to try to rub away the evidence of his tears with one hand while holding Hans tightly with the other “I don’t really know. I just saw you fall from the hatch.&nbsp; The left side of your face is burned and your eye is destroyed. You were bleeding and you weren’t moving. I thought you were…” Joren sniffled and burred his head against Hans’s chest unable to finish his sentence. He didn’t like having to tell Hans the bad news and he was still terrified at the idea of what had almost happened. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-12-2013, 19:22:46</strong>
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				Hans watched as Joren desperately tried to keep it together. Apparently something awful happened for Joren to be so shaken up. Though hearing about the injuries he suffered, Hans's left hand slowly came up, and touched the left side of his face. He couldn't feel anything, blessedly, due to the damage. As he drew his fingers away, they were coated in crimson. He looked over at Joren one more time, and could see that this was reality, not some nightmare he was dreaming. It was painful, but Hans started to pull himself up. He groaned, and hissed as his body was bruised from the fall. He smiled at Joren as he looked him in the eye. "I can not die yet, my Love. Cause I have a long happy life to live with you, and we're getting married." Hans whispered as he leaned, and Kissed Joren on the lips with at that heat that the Tiger-Kyn could always pull out of Hans. <br><br>Hans pulled himself back at his seat, and peered through the ring of periscopes around the base of the copula. The IS2 was a smoldering wreck as Johann took it out immediately following Hans injury. "Hans, we're being push back." Gustav announced. The entire defensive line was finding itself being over ran. Bravery, courage, and valor only got you so far in the face of overwhelming numerical superiority. "Tell them they need to hold. Fall back if they need to, but hold them back! We have to wait for the signal from the train yard." Hans barked. Gustav nodded as he ducked back down to recite Hans's orders. The battle only started 2 hours ago, and it was looking like it was going to be a long day.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>16-12-2013, 10:02:43</strong>
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				Joren fidgeted anxiously as he watched Hans pull himself up. He could see the pain on the soldier’s face and could just as easily hear it in his voice. It hurt Joren to see the face of the man who had saved him twisted in pain. He could barely look up to meet Hans’s gaze. Joren wanted to return Hans’s smile but could barely manage half of one. He was still so shaken up that when Hans’s had kissed him the tiger-kyn had only been able to respond by meekly allowing Hans to do whatever he wanted to with the kiss. The words had brought a small amount of comfort to the tiger-kyn but after watching Hans fall, Joren found it difficult to put away his fear and anxiety. “You better remember that Hans.” Joren said softly finally able to say something in response to Hans’s words.<br><br>Joren remained nearby as Hans got back into his seat, fidgeting and glancing up at Hans every few seconds nervously checking to make sure the soldier was still keeping his word. He didn’t want let Hans out of his sight for a second. He was terrified that Hans might get hurt again. Joren desperately wanted this battle to be over. Hans’s injury had really brought how bad everything was home for the boy.&nbsp; Joren could barely stand there and worry but the longer he did the worse things got for him. After two minutes of doing nothing but worrying Joren went over to Fritz. “Do you need me to load the shells again?” Joren asked quietly. He needed to be of some help, to focus on something and try to ignore what was happening while he tried to pull himself back together. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>28-12-2013, 20:44:18</strong>
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				the Hours continued to tick by as the defenders were whittled down to barely anything. Hans's tank was down to their last handful of shells, and the enemy seemed to have more than enough people to throw their way. However, they were keeping them back. Back, away from the civilians, and the trains. The left side of Hans's face was throbbing in agony, but he continued to work, and lead his troops, and crew. The Tiger II taking countless hits, and still fighting strong. Becoming a beacon to the others. Bodies began to pile in streets as the white of the snow long since turned to crimson. <br><br>At the Train station, the last train pulled away. The Defenders could hardly believe it, they some how pulled off a miracle. "Quickly, send up the flares!" The Squad leaders ordered. The soldiers pulled out flare guns, and loaded the special colored flares. Then on cue they raised the guns high into the air, and fired. Bright red smoke, and a loud flash could be seen all across the battle field. Once the signal was sent. they literally abandoned their posts, and fled as per the plan. <br><br>"Hans, I see Red smoke!" Gustav stated as he risked sticking his head out. Hans could hardly believe it. Red smoke was the signal that they got everyone out safely. "Send the word, go pop all Smoke mines, and disappear." He ordered. Gustav quickly turned back to his equipment, and began sending out the message. Soon, all the German forces were lobbing smoke grenades, or smoke Mine to obscure the battlefield. Once that happened, they simply began to retreat, and run towards the woods on the other side of the railroad. They had no reason to defend the town anymore. "Willy full reverse, at the next bend take a left and make for the forest." Hans ordered as he relaxed in his seat. He turned to Joren with a smile. "We did it, Joren. We got everyone out." Hans stated as he was fighting back the pain caused from his damaged face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>31-12-2013, 10:04:28</strong>
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				&nbsp;With Hans’s announcement that the fight was over, Joren abandoned his post once more to come and stand next to Hans. He felt completely useless and he hated it. He wanted to say something, to do something to help but he couldn’t think of anything. Hans had done so much for him and he couldn’t do a thing to help him. Looking up at Hans Joren gave him the best fake smile that he could. “Yeah, we did.” He said softly. He was happy that they had managed to save everyone but for him it was bittersweet. Seeing Hans hurt like this was just such a high price and it wasn’t like everyone got okay. There were soldiers who hadn’t and it saddened him. That wasn’t the only thing troubling the young tiger-kyn however.<br><br>Joren felt guilty. He blamed himself for Hans’s injury. Joren couldn’t help but think that the injury was all his fault. If he had just volunteered to stay behind and wait for the battle to end then meet Hans in the forest or wherever the refugees had gone then Hans wouldn’t have looked away. He’d have been focused on the battle instead of having to worry about making sure his young lover was safe. He wouldn’t have been hurt and he would still be able to use both eyes.<br><br>&nbsp;Joren began to fidget anxiously and glanced up at Hans. His ears drooping a little as he continued to blame himself for what happened. He had never been very good at hiding his feelings, his body almost always showed what he was feeling. Eventually, he spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. “Hans, is there anything I can do?” He wasn’t able to stand not doing anything anymore. Even if Hans simply told him that he couldn’t do anything it would still be better than not saying anything. He would at least feel like he had tried to do something.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>31-12-2013, 15:57:10</strong>
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				A wave of Relief washed over Hans as he felt that they were home free. The smoke obscuring their escape, and the woods their ticket to freedom. After that, it was a long healthy life with Joren by his side. Hans could just picture it. Long warm days in the sun, and long nights full of love. This musings helping to distract from the immense pain on the side of his face. Hans became instantly aware when Joren approached. Hans smiled as he looked at his lover. "We did it, Joren." Hans stated. While Joren may have felt himself useless, Hans, and the others couldn't disagree more. Joren was there to load the cannon when Fritz had to man the co-axial Machine gun. Joren was at Hans's side when he was injured. Joren presence gave everyone courage. Some could say he had become the mascot for the crew, but they saw Joren as an important member of the Tank's crew. <br><br>When Joren asked if there was something he could do, Hans smiled and pulled Joren into his arms. "Please hold me, and never let me go, My Love. Let me know that you are real, and not a wonderful dream" Hans cooed as he hugged Joren tightly to him. The rumbling of the tank, and jostling was forgotten as Hans closed his still functioning eye, and let himself get lost in Joren's embrace. <br><br>Sadly, Though, their escape won't be easy as Willy had to slam on the brakes, and bring the Tiger II to a skidding halt. about 100 yards down the road, two SU-152 came out from the alleys. It was a Russian Heavy Artillery self propelled gun that was used extensively in the "Tank Destroyer" Role. It's 152mm Howitzer gun being able to penetrate even the heaviest of German Armor, including the frontal Armor of the Tiger II. Han's blood ran cold as he saw them appear in his front periscope. <br><br>SU-152 Heavy Tank Destroyer:<br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/f/fb/11-Heavy_self_propelled_gun_su_152-LMW.jpg/800px-11-Heavy_self_propelled_gun_su_152-LMW.jpg)<br><br>The one flaw in the design of the SU-152, and many of the Tank Destroyers of this day, and age was that they didn't have a turret. So to aim the gun, the entire body of the Tank had to be moved. This would give Hans the slight advantage that he needed. "Fire on the one to the right!" He shouted as he held Joren too him. Hans was filled with an overwhelming need to protect his lover. The Tiger II's turret traversed, and&nbsp; Johann pulled the trigger. The Tiger's 88mm KwK 43 L/71 cannon fired with a resounding boom. Sending its deadly cargo into the side of one of the SU-152s. The Round must have hit the ammo rack as the top of the vehicle completely blew off. "Willy Ram the other!" Hans called out with a twinge of desperation in his voice. He knew that Fritz couldn't load the tank's gun in time before the other SU could bear down on them. Hans was assuming that the remaining SU's gun was loaded and ready to fire. <br><br>The Tiger II launched forward, pushing everyone into their seats. Willy shifting the gears as he maneuvered the German tank into a head on collision with the Tank Destroyer. Gustav was praying that they some how survive the encounter. Right before they collided, Hans tried to wrap himself around Joren to protect him. "Hold onto me, Joren." Hans instructed as he braced for the impacted. The Tiger II collided with SU-152, it collided right at the front Drive sprocket of the Russian tank. Destroying its ability to move. Inside the tank, the crew was bounced around like pinballs in a pinball machine. It took Hans a minute or two to stop his head from throbbing. "Willy! Reverse, and take us through the building!" Hans ordered before he checked on his lover, "Are you alright joren?" He asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>02-01-2014, 01:50:05</strong>
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				Joren had no problem doing what Hans asked. He wrapped his arms around the soldier and hugged him tight. Things always seemed better when he had Hans’s arms around him. It pushed away whatever negative emotions he was feeling. No one else had ever been able to do that for him. Hans simply made everything better. It was one of the many things that Joren loved about Hans. “I will. I want to be with you for…” The tigerkyn was interrupted before he could finish when Willie slammed on the brakes and only narrowly avoided biting his tongue after the unexpected jolt.<br><br>Unable to see outside the tank, Joren had no idea what was happening. The only thing he knew was that something was wrong. All of a sudden Hans was shouting out order to fire and Joren found himself being pulled against his lover. He was confused and afraid. The fur on his body began to rise up and he pressed himself up against Hans as the soldier wrapped his arms around him, getting as close as possible to his lover. The young tigerkyn was instinctively searching out the one place he felt safe, in Hans’s arms.<br><br>When Hans gave the desperate order to ram the tank destroyer, Joren looked up at his lover. “Yes sir.” Joren replied clinging tightly to Hans when he was instructed to. He buried his head in Hans’s chest, filling his nose with Hans’s scent as he waited for impact. Despite the precautions they were taking when the impact came Joren’s head banged against something in the tank. Joren’s head was bleeding a little as a cut had opened up but it was shallow. If Hans hadn’t been holding on to him things might’ve been worse. “I’m okay, Hans.” Joren said reaching up to touch his forehead to see how bad the cut was.. When he pulled out his hand had a little blood on it but it wasn’t much.&nbsp; “It’s just a little cut I’m fine.” He said trying reassure Hans before his injury became a big issue. It might take a little time for the cut to heal but he was fine. “What happened? I couldn’t see. Did we escape?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>02-01-2014, 14:45:04</strong>
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				Willy was a bit disorientated from the impact as he looked around. It took a moment for Hans's orders to register as he pulled the shift lever into reverse, and backed the tank up. Gustav was knocked out cold, and so was fritz. Johann was rubbing a growing knot on his head. The Tank crashed through the front of a small bakery. the window, and glass displays shattered, and were crushed underneath the weight of the tank. The Tiger II wasn't fast by any means, and the crew could almost feel the weight of the other Russian tanks bearing down on them. Wanting revenge for having their great victory taken from them. <br><br>Hans's heart sank when he saw the blood on the forehead of his lover. He felt guilty for letting Joren get hurt, but he gave the Tigerkyn a soft smile, and leaned in to kiss him deeply when he said he was alright. "I'm so glad you are okay, my love." Hans whispered. When Joren asked if they escaped, Hans looked through the ring of parascopes around his hatch to see. However, there was so much dust from crashing through the building that he couldn't see anything. Hans bit his lower lip, and prayed that they were not driving right into a company of enemy tanks. "I Hope so, Joren." Hans whispered as he strained his eyes to see the unseen. <br><br>Luck would not be with them as once the dust settled, there were two KV-2, and two T-34 tanks out in the open. The Tiger II came to a stop, and all the color drained out from Hans's, and Willy's face. For a minute or two, no one moved as it seemed that Hans, and his crew were just as surprised as The Russians. That wouldn't last long as Hans was barking orders once more. "Willy get us out of here!" Hans shouted! Once again the tank launched forward,a nd down the street. The enormous Tiger II felt sluggish as Hell, and Hans feared they would be killed. "Johann, swing the turret around. If we can knock out one of the KVs we may get out of this alive." Hans stated as Johann was already working on that. Hans turned to Fritz, and saw that he was unconscious. He bit his lower lip, and looked to Joren. "I need you to load the cannon Joren, Please." He asked. The four Russian tanks were starting to bear down on the lone Tiger two. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>08-01-2014, 22:31:56</strong>
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				Joren waited and simply leaned against his lover quietly while he waited for Hans to check what was going on outside. He hoped that they had gotten away. This battle had already cost them more than enough. He just wanted this battle to end so that they could get Hans’s injury checked out. He didn’t want anything more to happen to Hans. He’d paid enough. It seemed like that wasn’t to be however as Hans shouted out the order for Willie to get them out of here.<br><br>Joren stumble forward, bumping against Hans as the tank moved forward.&nbsp; He looked up at Hans as he asked him to load the canon. “Of course, Hans.” Joren replied, giving Hans a quick hug before rushing off to do as he was asked. There was no way that Joren could not do something Hans asked of him especially given their current situation. He was of course frightened but he was able to put whatever fear he had behind him since Hans was relying on him. Picking up one of the heavy shells, Joren loaded it into the canon.&nbsp; “Ready to fire!” Joren called out when he’d finished loading the canon.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>10-01-2014, 19:54:54</strong>
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				The Tiger rumbled down the ancient street. Its treads clacking against the stone street, throwing up sparks, and chunks of stone. Just behind the Two T-34s, and KV-2s were surging forward. The Turret of the Tiger II started to swing around, as a couple shots from the smaller T-34s whizzed right passed the Tiger. Hans gave Joren a proud smile as he indicated the Cannon was loaded. "Very good Joren. Willy stop the tank!" Hans ordered as he braced himself against the hatch ring. Willy slammed on the brakes causing the tank to come to a skidding halt. Now seconds began to slowly tick by as Johann waited for the tank to settle on its suspension. In those seconds, an eternity would pass as Hans would watch the four tanks bear down upon them. only when Johann was ready did he pull the trigger. the cannon fired with a resounding Boom as the 88mm round slammed into one of the KVs. Igniting the Ammo rack causing the back half of the Turret to blow out. This was enough of a deterrent for the other tanks. "Go Willy! GO!" Hans ordered. The Maybach engine roared as Willy stomped on the accelerator, and the Tiger continued to try, and make its escape. By this time, Hans had stopped bleeding, but the adrenaline was starting to wear off, and the pain was being felt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>12-01-2014, 00:49:58</strong>
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				Joren folded his ears down when Willy stopped the tank in preparation for the loud roar that would follow when Johann fired the canon. Although he couldn’t help but beam a smile at Hans when he was praised.&nbsp; When it fired Joren was glad that he had. He was getting somewhat used to the loud noise but it still hurt his ears. He would deal with it though. He didn’t want to complain to Hans. Hans had enough to worry about without having to worry about him too. <br><br>After the canon had fired Joren loaded another shell into the canon just in case. He wasn’t sure if they needed it or not and if they did need it, he would’ve helped just a little. With the canon reloaded, he turned to check on Hans again. Joren trotted over to where Hans was and stood nearby. He looked up at Hans and asked, “Hans, how are you feeling? Does it hurt?” He was worried about Hans. He hadn’t heard Hans say anything about the injury but it had to hurt. He wanted to help even if the only thing he could do was stand next to Hans.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>14-01-2014, 19:28:04</strong>
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				Hans's breathing was becoming labored as he was fighting off the pain that was starting to wrap around his head like a snake. Constricting slowly as sweat started to bead on his brow, and soak into his cap. He badly needed medical attention, but right now escape was everyone's number one Option. Hans smiled at Joren as he approached, and rested his hand on top of Joren's head. Letting his fingers feel, and enjoy the softness of Joren's hair before they rubbed his round ear. The fur feeling luxurious against the pads of his fingers. It was obvious that he was in pain, but he tried his best not to show it so Joren wouldn't worry about him. "What do you think, Joren?" Hans asked. "A nice cottage in the countryside. Away from the City where you, and I can live peacefully. A beautiful Garden full of flowers, maybe some of Gustav's family beer on tap." Hans whispered as he pulled Joren into a Hug, and nuzzled the top of his head with the undamaged portion of his face. Even still, it was very painful. "I love you Joren." Hans whispered as his breathing shallowed, and his embrace grew limp. Hans finally succumbed to the pain, and passed out. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>15-01-2014, 07:33:36</strong>
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				Joren’s tail twitched anxiously as he looked up at Hans’s pain filled face. That look made him worry. He understood why Hans wasn’t saying anything about the pain but he wished his lover would confide in him a little. He sighed and leaned forward pressing himself against Hans’s hand as his ears were rubbed. The pleasurable sensation of having his ears rubbed making him feel a little relaxed. Joren closed his eyes and imagined the life Hans was talking about. It was nice and he found that he really wanted to live like that with Hans. He wanted it so much. “I think that sounds wonderful Hans. I want that more than anything, well almost everything. I want to be with you more than that.” The boy remained in Hans’s arms as the soldier nuzzled him and held him close. “I lo… Hans!?” Joren asked terrified when he no longer felt Hans holding him tight. Something was terribly wrong. “Johann, Hans passed out! Wh-what should I do!?” Joren shouted. He was starting to panic. He didn’t know what to do and he was worried. Hans had been talking to him just a moment and now he was unconscious. Had it been the injury? Was it getting worse? Joren was so lost.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 15:25:29</strong>
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				Johann spun around as he heard Joren shout Hans's name, and then for him. Johann hoisted himself out of the gunner's seat and squeezed close to the other two. Checking his pulse, Johann let out a sigh. "He's fine, just passed out. Probably due to the pain." Johann stated as he reached over for a box on the side of the turret. It was a first aid kit. "Here, help me get him out of his seat." Johann asked as he moved Hans to the corner of the Turret out of the way. Wrapping him up with a blanket, he jabbed a small needle into Hans's arm. It was a dose of Morphine. "There, that should help with the pain." He explained before wrapping him, and Joren in a heavy blanket. "Keep him warm, Joren." Johann explained as he took over the Commander's spot, and looked through the ring of periscopes. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>17-01-2014, 17:46:18</strong>
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				Joren was relieved to hear Johann say that Hans was okay but it was hard to hear that Hans was in so much pain that he had to pass out. When he was asked to help Hans move he nodded his head and helped to move Hans from the chair and into the corner.&nbsp; He watched apprehensively when Johann all of sudden stuck a t needle in Hans’s arm. He was about to ask what Johann was doing but he was answered before he asked. “That really works?” Joren asked amazed. What a strange place when pain could be helped by something like a needle in the arm.&nbsp; He looked up at Johann as he and Hans were wrapped in the blanket. “Of course I will. I’ll stay by him forever.” Joren snuggled into Hans’s uninjured side and wrapped his arms around the soldier, holding himself close. “Wake up soon Hans, I need you.” Joren whispered before laying his head on Hans’s shoulder.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-01-2014, 19:29:23</strong>
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				the anguished look on Hans's face slowly began to subside as the morphine started to take effect. His breathing became easier as well as he was finally asleep. Feeling Joren cuddle into him, Hans cuddled back, and nuzzled Joren sleepily. This only left Willy, and Johann to operate the tank. Blessedly they could see the forest just ahead. A mile to go. Willy stomped on the accelerator, and pushed the Tiger II as hard as he dared. He could almost feel the Road wheels wanting to run off their spindles. The Tank bounced, and surged forward as they escaped the city, and slipped into the forest.<br><br>Willy let out his breath as they entered the forest, and slowed the tank so they didn't break the tracks. Soon, they were plowing through the deep snow till they felt they were safe. As the Tank came to rest, it started to snow again. Large puffy flakes drifting lazily down toward the ground. Willy slumped in his seat as he finally released the steering wheel, and looked behind him. Johann was taking deep gulps of air. Beside Joren, Hans slowly opened his eye, and looked at Joren with a drunken grin on his face. "Hello Cutie." He slurred before He kissed Joren's lips deeply. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>20-01-2014, 07:17:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Hello, Hans.” Joren said smiling and pulling Hans tight forgetting about his injuries for the moment as he was caught up with his happiness that Hans was awake and seemed to be okay. “You need to stop making me worry so much.” Joren said as he resumed nuzzling his lover happily. After a minute of this he stopped as he finally realized that the tank had stopped moving. The sudden silence was almost as deafening as the noise the tank had been making in the battle. “Did we get away Willy?” Joren asked hopefully. He just wanted to know if they really had managed to get away for the moment. Looking back at Hans again he realized again how bad that his lover’s injuries were.<br><br>“Um… is there any doctors nearby so we can get Hans treated?” Joren asked. He would’ve asked Hans but whatever Johann had given Hans was making him act weird. He didn’t seem to be in complete control at the moment of himself at the moment. Joren wasn’t sure how much he could trust whatever Hans said right now, given his condition. Joren knew they should get Hans treatment as soon as possible. Not only for Hans’s sake but his own as well. He thought that he might have a heart attack if Hans passed out again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>21-01-2014, 18:56:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans happily nuzzled Joren once they broke their kiss. His head felt foggy, and it was like he couldn't focus. Had he known for a fact that he didn't have any alcohol, he would have sworn he had a buzz going, and in a way. He was right. He relaxed against Joren as he felt a dull throbbing against the side of his face. He nodded when Joren asked that he stop worrying him so much. Willy slowly, achingly turned in his seat to regard Joren. "I think so." He replied as he seemed to want to collapse in exhaustion. Johann was leaning against the inside of the turret, breathing hard as he was trying to get his heart to slow down. "I don't think so, Joren." Johann answered as he turned, and pulled the first aid kit around. "let's get him patched up for the time being, and then we need to check on Fritz, and Gustav." Johann stated as he moved to inspect Hans's injuries. With all the pain, endorphines, and pain killers in Hans's system. His movements were lethargic, and clumsy.<br><br>Night time was fast approaching as The injured members of the crew were finally set to right. Hans still needed to see a doctor, but Fritz, and Gustav came out of it with bumps, and bruises. As the last rays of the sun started to fade into night. Everyone could see the smoke, and the glow in the distance from the Russians burning down the city. Hans watched intently at the glow. Swallowing thickly, he looked to everyone, and pulled Joren in close. "Cities can be rebuilt, but the lives we saved today. That is irreplaceable. Good work everyone, we did good work today." Hans stated before he had to sit down cause he was getting light headed. He rested his head against Joren's chest as he tried to stop his head from spinning. "Do we camp here for the night, Hans?" Willy asked. "No, we press on. The Russians are still too close, and I need to find a doctor." Hans whispered. Willy nodded as he understood that they'll be driving into the night. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 18:40:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren was depressed to hear that there wasn’t much of chance to find a doctor soon. He wanted to get Hans treated as soon as possible. t would take a rather large load off of his mind knowing that Hans had been looked over. He looked up as Johann came over to look over Hans and scooted over a little so Johann would have plenty of room to work before came back over and snuggled up against Hans’s side once more. Just wanting to be close to his lover for a little longer before they did anything else.<br><br>Joren watched the flames rise from the city and was glad to have Hans pull him close.&nbsp; Reaching towards Hans, Joren grabbed Hans’s hand and interlaced their fingers. Watching the city burn was reminding him how his own village had turned into noting more than pile of ashes. At least these people hadn’t suffered the same fate that his own had suffered. He let go of Hans’s hand when the soldier sat down and the tigerkyn sat down with him. Holding Hans when the soldier leaned against him. “Hans, where do we go now? Another big city to look for a doctor or are we meeting up with the refugees?” Joren asked softly, although what he didn’t ask but really wanted to know was whether or not they would have to fight again.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-01-2014, 18:59:01</strong>
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				"I...I don't know, my love." Hans whispered softly to answer Joren's question. To be Honest, Hans accepted the fact that he, and his men would probably die today, but that didn't mean he was resigned to that fate. He nuzzled Joren's chest as he took a deep breath. The peace of the night was shattered as the Tiger IIs engine roared to life. Hans reluctantly lifted himself off his seat, and turned to Joren. "Come on, let's get inside." He said softly, allowing Joren to get into the turret first before he would join him. Johann would take watch as the tank drove through the forest. <br><br>By Gustav's recommendation, they started to make their way to the nearest town west of their current position. It was where the refugees were headed, and it was opposite in the direction that the russians were moving, which was a more north westernly movement to reach Berlin, the Country's capital. The Tiger II's track dug into the snow, and pulled it forward into the ever darkening night. Inside, Hans held Joren in his lap to make it more comfortable for his beloved Tiger. That, and it was simply nice to hold Joren for a little while. Though he'll soon have to relieve Willy of driving to the poor boy can get some rest. However, for the time being, he was all Joren's. Hans tucked his head into the crook of Joren's neck, and nuzzled the soft fur of his fiance. after a moment, he started to hum softly before he sang softly in Joren's ear. <br><br><div align="center"><em>I wanna be loved by you<br>just you and nobody else but you<br>I wanna be loved by you - alone.<br>Boo boo bee doo<br><br>I wanna be kissed by you<br>just you and nobody alse but you<br>I wanna be kissed by you - alone.<br>Boo boo bee doo<br><br>I couldn't aspire<br>to anything higher<br>and to feel the desire<br>to make you my own.<br>Badum badum bee doodily dum ! Boo !<br><br>I wanna be loved by you<br>just you and nobody else but you<br>I wanna be loved by you - alone.<br>Boo boo bee doo</em></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>26-01-2014, 20:05:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren got up and climbed into the turret when Hans said it was time to go. He would’ve liked to stay for a little longer or been able to camp for the night but he knew they had to keep moving for the sake of meeting up with Gustav’s family and getting Hans to a doctor. Still he would’ve liked a little longer to take a breather after escaping. When he got inside the tank he stood by the entrance to the turret waiting for Hans to enter the vehicle before sitting in his fiancé’s lap.<br><br>Joren snuggled back against Hans, tilting his neck to give Hans plenty of room to nuzzle his neck. He wasn’t aware of Hans’s plan to replace Willy. Joren was just enjoying a quiet moment with Hans after all the excitement of the day. When Hans started to sing Joren closed his eyes and just listened to Hans’s soothing voice, his body relaxing as his tension disappeared from his body, feeling safe in Hans’s arms. “That was beautiful Hans.” Joren whispered. “You’re the only one I want to be with. You’re my only love and the only one who can make me happy.” He murmured, fighting off sleep. He was going to stay up until Hans was ready to sleep too. He’d always wait for Hans no matter what.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>29-01-2014, 19:02:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The tank swayed, and bounced as it lumbered through the forest running parallel with the railroad tracks. For the most part no one said a word. Gustav, and Fritz were sleeping, and Johann was keeping an eye out for any enemies. Hans watched as Willy fought to stay awake, and decided to relieve him. Turning to Joren, Hans smiled, and nuzzled him before giving him a kiss. "I have to drive the tank so Willy can sleep. Please stay here. I'll be fine." Hans whispered before he ordered willy to switch positions. The Change only took about 5 minutes before the tank was moving again. however, cause of the damage to his face, Hans couldn't use the periscope, and had to sit out with his head exposed to the elements to see. It was very dangerous, but afforded him much greater visibility. Willy curled up on the floor of the turret, pulled the blanket around him. It was amazing how these people could sleep in this condition. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>31-01-2014, 19:13:08</strong>
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				Joren sighed in disappointment but climbed out of Hans’s lap without protest when he announced that he was replacing Willy at the wheel. “M’kay.” Joren muttered changing positions so that he was leaning against the side of the tank. Joren watched as Hans drove the tank and all the while the young tigerkyn struggled against his own need for sleep. The day’s excitement and carrying the heavy shells had exhausted him. Then while Hans had been passed out from the drug Joren had stayed awake the whole time watching him in case something did happen so it was certainly reasonable to fall asleep but he didn’t want to. He wanted stay up and wait for Hans. <br><br>In an attempt to stay awake Joren got up and moved behind Hans and watched him drive. Joren’s tail swished behind him as he studied Hans’s driving trying to figure out what each button, switch, stick, or wheel did. He tried to remain quiet as he watched but couldn’t quite hold back a loud yawn as his sleepiness tried to catch up with him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-02-2014, 21:44:01</strong>
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				Hans somehow could sense when Joren was behind him as he reached back, and rubbed Joren's ear. coaxing the boy closer before taking his paw, and slipping it down his chest to rest over his heart. So Joren could feel his heart beating. It felt good to have Joren touch his flesh, much better than when there was clothes between them. Hans spared a moment to look behind him, and smile at Joren. Mouthing; "I Love you" To the tiger. <br><br>They traveled as far as they could with everyone exhausted like they were. Hans pulled the Tiger into a cut in the trees as the snow continued to fall. Since there was enemies about. they couldn't set up a camp. Meaning they would have to sleep inside the tank. Hans slipped himself back into the main compartment as best he could. Each man wrapping themselves into their great coats, and trying to get as comfortable as they could. Hans had Joren sit in his lap so he could snuggle, and keep him warm. As the others slept, Hans held Joren, and nuzzled him while his hands slipped underneath JOren's shirt so he could feel the soft fur on Joren's belly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 05:48:32</strong>
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				Joren happily curled up in Hans’s lap, purring contently as Hans s slipped his hands under his shirt. The tiger-kyn was quite happy in their current position. Yet he still wished that he and Hans could do more but he doubted the other tankers would appreciate seeing he and Hans curled up with one another and nothing between them. It just felt so much better touch and be touched by Hans without any clothes in the way.<br><br>“I wish we had some privacy.” Joren whispered as he lay back against Hans and resting his eyes for a moment before opening them again. “It just feels so warm and comfortable when we cuddle without any clothes.” He yawned softly and his eyelids dropped again. He was obviously struggling against sleep so he could cuddle a little longer with Hans but he was starting to lose after making himself stay up for so long.&nbsp; Hans’s lap was just so comfy and the way Hans held him close made him feel so wanted, so safe, in addition the warmth that radiated from the soldier just felt so wonderful. Joren was barely able to keep his eyes open any more but he had something else to say before he could let himself fall asleep. “I’m going to make sure you keep your word Hans and live in a cottage with flowers and Gustav’s beer so you can’t die. We all have to make it out of here. I don’t want to live in that cottage by myself.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>07-02-2014, 15:33:16</strong>
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				Hans chuckled softly as Joren whispered that he wished they had some privacy, and Hans knew why cause he was thinking of the same thing. Feeling Joren's soft fur against his bare flesh. "I would like that too, cause It would feel so good to feel you against my body." Hans whispered as his hands caressed his flat stomach. Hans's fingers sliding through Joren's fur. As he watched Joren trying to fend off sleep, Hans was doing things to help coax the young Tiger to sleep. The others inside were huddled together for warmth, and already passed out so in a way, Joren, and Hans were alone. Hans gave a soft smile as Joren told Him that he was going to make sure that Hans keeps his promise about them living their days in peace in a quaint country cottage. Hans placed his fingers beneath Joren's chin and had him look at him. Hans gave him a loving smile. "You won't, my love. I won't allow myself to day. I promised you all my days, and I will keep that promise." Hans whispered before he pressed his lips to Joren. his tongue snaking out, and slipping into Joren's mouth. A soft moan escaping his lips as he deepened the kiss. Conveying all his love for Joren in a way that was unmistakable. <br><br>Once the the Kiss was broke, Hans pulled Joren even tighter to him, and wrapped the young Tiger-kyn in his large great coat. It didn't matter that Joren had one of his own, Hans wanted to keep him warm, and hold him, never letting him go. "Rest my beloved. Tomorrow is a new day." Hans whispered as he tucked his head into the crook of Joren's neck. Breathing in his lover's scent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 09:33:55</strong>
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				Joren smiled sleepily relieved by Hans’s answer. If Hans promised if he wasn’t going to die than Joren would believe him. Hans hadn’t ever broken his word yet and Joren trusted him completely. Joren was running out of excuses to fight sleep any more though and Hans’s hands gently petting his fur wasn’t helping. Closing his eyes Joren’s breathing began to even out as Hans pulled him closer and buried his head in his neck. “Good night, Hans. I love you.” Joren whispered, tilting his head a little so his soft furry face was touching Hans’s face. Finally Joren, surrendered to the sleep that he had been fighting against for so long, unable to resist Hans’s touches any longer and began to dream of their future life together in a cabin away from everything that was surrounded by flowers where they wouldn’t have to fight anymore and Hans could help Joren forget all the time he spent as a slave.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>08-02-2014, 16:35:47</strong>
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				The night would pass in relative peace for those huddled up in the frigid tank huddled together for warmth. As the sun rose over the Snow covered forest, all was silence. It snowed so much last night that you couldn't even see the Tiger II tank cause so much of it was buried. Hans winced away with a dull throbbing ache in his face as the morphine was wearing off, and the pain was starting to come back with a vengeance. He let out a pain filled hiss as he raised his head, his neck feeling stiffer than a board. Letting out a long exhale, his breath billowed out like white smoke in the cramped interior of the Tank's turret. Looking around, all was dark save for the few rays of light that filtered in through the various periscopes. Slowly his head scanned the dark interior, and saw his men all huddled together trying to keep warm. Continuing his scan, he saw Joren nestled perfectly in his lap. A soft lopped sided smile spread across Hans's lip as he started to rub his hand up,and down Joren's back. Gently coaxing him awake.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>10-02-2014, 05:52:07</strong>
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				Joren awoke slowly, unable to help himself as he arched his back a little in time to Han’s strokes.&nbsp; “Good morning, Hans.” Joren murmured sleepily as he nuzzled Hans’s chest.&nbsp; “What time is it?” Joren asked as he sat up, his tail waving idly behind him. He might have been awake but he was in no hurry to move from Hans’s lap. Well, maybe he’d move for breakfast he was getting kind of hungry. But there were others things to worry about besides his hunger. “Hans are you in any pain? Should we give you more of that medicine that Johann gave you?” He asked concerned. Whatever concern or worry was in his voice at that moment was soon disturbed by a loud rumble coming from his belly. The tiger-kyn blushed in embarrassment in embarrassment. Well if there had been any tension in the atmosphere he’d just shattered it. “Umm… is there anything to eat for breakfast? I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast yesterday.” Joren smiled brightly and pulled his ears back cutely trying to cover up his embarrassment.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>18-02-2014, 18:29:14</strong>
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				Hans smiled as he watched Joren slowly wake up, and nuzzle his chest. He wished they didn't have to clothed right now. Course, he would love for the two of them to have their own private suite with a hot bubble bath where they could stay together, and make love from Dawn to Dusk. "Good morning, my beautiful Tiger." Hans cooed in Joren's ear. "I don't know, my Love. My watch got busted yesterday." Hans stated offhandedly as he shifted himself a bit so Joren was more centered on his lap. Letting the Tiger sit up, and enjoying seeing that tail swish side to side. <br><br>When Joren asked if Hans was in pain, he gave a soft nod; "But it isn't terribly bad. Just a dull throbbing." He stated so Joren wouldn't worry about him. At the suggestion of the Morphine, Hans pulled Joren close. "We have to be careful with that. Otherwise, It is addicting." Hans cautioned. He seen what people strung out on morphine were like, and didn't want to be like that. He wanted to be the perfect lover for Joren, but being addicted to that narcotic would destroy that in his mind. "We just need to find a doctor, and he can patch me right up." Hans stated with a confident smile. <br><br>Han's functioning eye blinked in surprise hear Joren's stomach rumbling as loud as it did. The look that Joren gave him was absolutely adorable that Hans couldn't help but pull him into a tight hug. "I can't believe how utterly cute, and adorable you are." He stated before he gave Joren a deep, deep kiss. A Kiss that spoke that Hans wanted to do so much more than just kiss him. "I'm sure we can find something." Hans promised. <br><br>It would be another ten minutes before the others were awaken. The only food they had to eat were the Iron Rations, but they were much better than nothing, and considering how hungry everyone was. It tasted surprisingly palatable. Everyone quietly as Hans slowly open Commander's hatch. Outside, the world looked fresh, and clean with all the fresh snow upon the ground. The only evidence of the war was the smoke still raising from the remains of the city. Hans strained his ears, but all he heard was perfect silence.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>19-02-2014, 18:56:45</strong>
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				Joren purred in delight as Hans held him close this morning.&nbsp; It was a nice change from all the craziness of the day before. He was quite willing to belief that Hans really wasn’t suffering from anything more than a dull throbbing. He had a rather selfish reason for believing Hans however. He just didn’t want to imagine that Hans wasn’t in any serious pain. The very idea of Hans hurting depressed the tiger-kyn greatly. It was easier to believe that Hans really wasn’t in much pain and that he would be perfectly fine once they found a doctor.<br><br>Joren blushed at being called adorable but he smiled brightly as well. Knowing that Hans found his appearance appealing made joy surge in his chest even if he was still embarrassed by the compliments. Even better than the compliment was the kiss Hans gave him.&nbsp; Joren was completely lost in the moment. Everything good in the world or worlds in this case seemed to be wrapped up in one perfect moment in time. When it was over the desire to find a place where he could just be alone with Hans was nearly overwhelming. He was brought back to his senses however when Hans promised to find him some food. A bright smile immediately appeared on his face and he found himself nuzzling Hans to show his appreciation. “Thank you Hans.” He said happily.<br><br>Joren sat quietly in Hans’s lap for the next ten minutes, simply basking in Hans’s attentions. When the others woke up Joren was disappointed to find out that the only thing to eat were the iron rations. He’d been spoiled by all the hot meals they’d had over the past few days. He didn’t complain however and ate the iron rations with delight. He was starving and the iron rations weren’t actually that bad. It was just that hot meals that were just cooked were better. <br><br>When the meal was finished he joined Hans at the commander’s hatch and t wanted to try to peak out but instead remained down below next to Hans. He could smell the very faint scent of smoke and he too was unable to hear anything. If he couldn’t hear anything then they were probably safe for the moment. “Hans, I don’t hear anything. I think we’re okay for now.”&nbsp; Joren remembering what had happened when Hans first got his world decided to ask something else as well. “Are we going to have to dig the tank out of the snow?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>19-02-2014, 20:16:58</strong>
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				Hans looked down, and regarded Joren's comment about the silence. Joren's ears were easily far more sensitive than his own. He gave Joren a smile, "Thank you Joren. Hearing you say that makes me feel a whole lot safer." He whispered before before he hoisted himself up, and out of the turret. Allowing Joren, and Johann to climb out as well. Fritz opened up the loader's hatch, and poked his head out, and started to look around. Hans stepped down to the back Deck, and looked back at Joren before throwing his arms around him, and hugging the Tiger Kyn tightly. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" Hans declared before setting him on the back deck with him.<br><br>After a moment, Hans looked around the tank. "I don't think we'll have to dig out the tank, but we're going to have to dig out the back so we can do a cold start." Hans stated. There came a loud groan from Fritz, "Do we have too? That about broke my wrists last time." He stated. "You should have let go of the crank." Hans replied, hoping that starting a Tiger II was the same as his Tiger I. It would take about twenty minutes for Johann, and Hans to dig out the back end of the tank enough to insert the large crank handle. Hans decided to spare Fritz the chore of starting up the tank. It was fairly labor intensive as Both Hans, and Johann had to muscle the HL230 Mayback V-12 Engine over. Spinning the engine enough so that the electrics could catch. <br><br>How to start a Tiger II<br>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/gJFuzULAKC0?feature=player_detailpage" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;<br><br>"Okay Willy! Slow Foward!" Hans called into the tank once everyone was back into their position. It took 15 minutes for the tank to warm up to operational temperatures. The engine revved as dark grey smoke puffed out the twin exhaust stacks. The huge tank slowly started to move forward out of the hole, but soon, the track felt like they were going to slip. Willy stopped a moment, and put the tank in reverse. Going back a few feet, he stopped once more before he put it in first. He revved the throttle again, before the Tank launched forward. Using the momentum to carry it through, and soon, they were making their way through the forest again. Hans looked at Joren who had his head sticking out of the Loader's hatch. He gave the tiger a bright smile before reaching out,a nd taking his hand. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>20-02-2014, 06:18:52</strong>
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				Joren climbed out of the tank and laughed in delight as Hans suddenly pulled him and declared his love. “I love you too, Hans.” He said hugging the soldier tight until he was set down on the deck. Joren let go after a moment and backed up to let Hans get to work. When he let go the tiger-kyn quickly wrapped his coat tight around himself. He wasn’t sure if he would ever get used to this cold. He preferred the more temperate climate of his home. He had to admit there were a couple of things about this cold that he liked. He loved looking at the snow. It fascinated him it hadn’t snowed much at his old home. The other thing he loved about this weather that it seemed to be the perfect snuggling weather. Not that he could enjoy that last perk properly yet.<br><br>When it seemed that Hans had managed to get the tank running Joren went back inside the tank and poked his head outside to watch the scenery as it went by since it seemed safe for the moment. He turned his head to look at Hans and returned the smile with his own. He happily squeezed Hans’s hand when he felt it grasp his. Joren took a step back so he could feel Hans pressed up against his back. “I love you Hans.” Joren said repeating his earlier sentiment before returning to the window to watch the scenery go by.<br><br>After a few quiet moments Joren turned to look at Hans. “Hey Hans, what’s life normally like here? You know when there’s not a war going on.” He was genuinely curious about what was this place was like. He wasn’t sure if he would ever return to his own world. Not that there was anything waiting for him back there. Everything he wanted was here with Hans and he wanted to know more about this place where he might be living the rest of his life.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>20-02-2014, 15:32:16</strong>
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				Hans looked at Joren as he asked about his world. "It is actually rather quiet, I suppose. Sure the cities can get very busy, but for the most part, the Towns, and Villages are quiet and peaceful. Small families grow, and spread. Friendly people, and smiling faces." Hans replied as he sat back down into the Tank, and snuggled up with Joren, and pulled him on too his lap. "But best of all, you will be there with me, my Fiance, my Future husband." Hans whispered as he nibbled on Joren's ear. Allowing himself to get just aroused enough for Joren to feel something pressing at the back of his trousers. A very noticeable indication that Hans desired Joren very much.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>After about half a day, Hans spied a town just down a hill. It had a large rail center, and he hoped that it meant that the refugees were here. That could mean Gustav's wife, and child were there, too. However, Hans had to be cautious. Raising his binoculars, wincing when it hit his wound, he scanned the town, and looked to see if he can see anyone. He saw a military presence, but is it the forces that abandoned the town, or the remnants of his own? They were to far away to tell. However, he did see a large group of people near the rail yards, so that could be something. "Willy, Take us into the town!" Hans ordered. The Tiger II rolled forward down the hill, and into the town. <br><br>Like before, they were greeted by two very badly beat Panzer IVs. However, instead Their Commanders popped out, and leaped from their tanks. They were there fighting to protect the town, and they were happy to see Hans, and his tank having survived. "Commander!" They both called out, but came to a skidding halt when they saw that Hans injured. "Quickly! Follow us!" One of the Panzer IVs started down the street with the Tiger II following. <br><br>As the tanks entered the town square, the Commander for the PzIV was shouting at the people. "Is there a doctor around!?" He called. An elderly Gentleman came forward. "I'm a doctor." He stated. "Good, we have an injured hero." He stated as he led him over to the side of the massive Tiger. The doctor could see Han's injure, and a saw that a bad infection was already setting in. "Come down, quickly. We need to treat you right away." The doctor stated. Hans looked at the others, and they nodded for him to go. "Joren, go with him. I'm sure he want you by his side." Fritz whispered to Joren before handing him his hat to cover his ears with.&nbsp; <br><br>The three were led to a nearby Hotel. In one of the better rooms, Hans's wound was cleaned out. It was incredibly painful as Tears of pain rolled down his cheeks. His Hands squeezing the sides of the bed he was laying on. However, he didn't shout, or thrash about. However, one the doctor was done, Hans was covered in sweat, and breathing hard. "We're all done. You had a very bad infection that had to be cleaned out before you can start healing. I'm going to give you some anti-biotic, and painkillers. You're to rest for at least a couple of days. I'll be by to check on you this evening." He stated as he packed his things, and gave the young man, whom he assumed a member of Hans's crew, a nod before he departed. Leaving the two alone. Hans, smiled at Joren, and raised his hand to him. "Please come here, my Love."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>23-02-2014, 04:54:37</strong>
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				Joren watched silently as the doctor came forward. He was overjoyed that there was a doctor that could patch Hans up and then announce he would be fine after a little rest. There was no way that Hans could be in any kind of danger. It was simply impossible. Joren was so firm in his belief that when the doctor said that there was an infection he couldn’t believe it. The news only truly sunk in when Hans began to follow the doctor and Fritz told him to go with Hans. Joren felt a sudden terror grip his heart as he followed Hans and the doctor to the hotel with the hat on his head. In his own world being diagnosed with an infection was equal to a death sentence or at the very least an amputation. He’d never heard of someone surviving an infection that was affecting their head so it was not surprise that Joren was now expecting the absolute worse news possible.<br><br>Joren watched with horror as the doctor got to work cleaning out Hans’s wound. He was unable to watch Hans in pain for long and had to look away. He hated seeing his lover in pain like this. It hurt just to imagine what kind of pain he was going through. Joren only looked back up at Hans when doctor announced he was finished. Joren had to resist the urge to immediately rush over to Hans’s side, only moving when the doctor left and Hans had called him over. <br><br>Joren removed his hat and let his tail slip out. He stood nearby hesitating for a moment to wonder if he should just stand there and hold Hans’s hands or crawl into bed so he could hold and be held. In the end he decided he didn’t care which would be better. He just wanted to be close to Hans. He quickly crawled into bed and wrapped his arms around Hans. “Hans, are you really going to be okay?” Joren asked clearly worried about Hans’s injuries. He didn’t actually say how worried he was when he’d heard about the infection. He only wanted Hans to focus on resting and healing not him. “He lay there for another moment before he spoke up softly. “Hans, I love you and I’m going to stay by your side forever no matter what happens.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>24-02-2014, 02:47:28</strong>
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				Hans smiled as Joren climbed into bed with him, and felt his small arms wrap around him. Joren's arms must've been so sore from handling all those shells yesterday. Hans slipped his arms around Joren, under his coat, and pulled him closer till their bodies were pressed together nice, and firmly. Hans nodded with Joren asked if he would be alright. "Yes, I will. nothing to worry about, my beautiful Tiger." Hans whispered in a soft voice to calm Joren's woes. Soon one hand came up, and started to stroke Joren's ear affectionately as he let out a soft chuckle. "I love feeling your ears Joren. They're always so soft." Hans whispered before he slipped his hand back under Joren's jacket, and nuzzled his uninjured cheek to Joren's. "I wanted to do this ever since I woke up this morning." Hans admitted, meaning being affectionate, and cuddling with Joren. Hans laid more onto his back as he pulled Joren closer. "My Life if yours Joren, and no one will take that away." Hans stated with conviction before he pressed his lips to Joren's for a deep kiss. <br><br>20 minutes later, there came a knock on the door. "Who is it?" Hans asked. He was trying to coax Joren out of the heavy coat so he didn't get too hot underneath the covers. "Its us, Commander." Came Johann's voice. "Enter." Hans stated as he flopped back onto the bed. "I swear the Universe is trying to keep me from caressing you, my Precious tiger." Hans chuckled. The door opened, and the four men of Hans's tiger stepped in, along with two familiar faces. "KITTY!!" Sasha squealed as she bounded from her mother's Dress, and to the side of the Bed. She was completely oblivious to Hans's Injures as she only seemed to care about whether or not Joren was alright. "Kitty has boo-boo?" She asked worried as she reached out, and petted Joren on the head. While this was going on Gretchen couldn't take her eyes off of Hans. She looked like she was on the verge of crying cause he was injured. Hans smiled at her. "Do not shed tears for me, Frau Gretchen. I've gotten off light compared to many others." Hans stated. She nodded in agreement as so few men returned from that hellish defense, and the towns people knew that it was because of Hans, and the brave men of the Heer that remained behind to protect them that they're still alive right now. For those that did manage to make it, The towns folk were bending over backwards trying to help them. Though none knew of Hans's location, or condition as many saw him like a War God that descended to protect them. Yet, Hans was going to have to address the troops at some point. However, right now Hans needed to rest and Heal. "I'll bring you all something to eat. Something hot." She stated. "Danke." Hans whispered as the medicine was causing him to grow sleepy, and he snuggled up with Joren and slowly fell asleep. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 02:17:59</strong>
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				Joren smiled as Hans told him he was alright. Of course he was, nothing could take Hans away. It didn’t take long for Hans to get Joren relaxed. The gentle stroking of his ears and his closeness to Hans was rapidly washing away any of his previous fear and worry. When the soldier engaged him with a kiss Joren happily returned it, momentarily forgetting about the previous day of horror.<br><br>When the twenty minutes had passed Joren was slowly removing the coat under Hans’s coaxing. He was torn between the intense desire to have as little on as possible between him and Hans and the desire to stay hidden in case the doctor or a nurse came to check up on Hans. Joren’s ears suddenly perked up when he heard the knocking on the door and was about to put the heavy coat back on when Johann announced who it was, letting Joren relax and finish removing the coat. He agreed whole heartedly with Hans when he complained about all the interruption. Couldn’t they have a little time alone? When the door opened Joren blinked in surprise as Sasha cried out and rushed over to him. Her new title for him embarrassed Joren a little but he was happy to find out that he had endeared himself to her during the earlier visit. “I’m okay. Nothing more than a little scratch.” Joren said purring a little as Sasha decided to pet him. When Hans and Gretchen had finished talking, Joren waved good bye to the young girl. When they had all left for the moment he happily snuggled with Hans for a while before falling asleep. Relaxed and happy in the knowledge that for the moment they were safe.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>25-02-2014, 16:05:38</strong>
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				Gustav, and Johann stood by the door, as Fritz, and Willy followed Gretchen to help prepping meals for the weary tankers. No one was allowed into the room for the time being to disturb Hans, and Joren's rest. The only ones allowed was the Doctor, and only after he was briefed on what to expect, and what was expected of him. It would take a couple of hours for Gretchen to cook something up for Hans, and the others. Returning, she had 8 large bowls of hearty beef stew with bread, and water to drink. The Gustav, and Johann smiled, and welcomed her, and Sasha, whom was carrying her father's bowl. Gretchen smiled at everyone before kissing her Husband on the cheek. "I hope you enjoy it." She stated. "They will, my love." Gustav answered quickly. The Others quickly nodded in agreement. Gretchen gently knocked on the door, and heard a soft "Enter" from inside. As the door creaked open, she saw Hans was sitting up in bed, and Joren asleep in his arms. She smiled she set the bowls, and bread on the table. "Thank you" Hans mouthed before she disappeared out the door to eat with her Husband, and daughter. Hans then started to nudge Joren, trying to wake him up Gently. "Joren, it is time to eat, my Love." He whispered into Joren's ear while stroking his cheek. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>02-03-2014, 08:16:28</strong>
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				Joren woke up slowly as Hans stroked his cheek. He smiled sleepily, the scent of the food bringing him to full wakefulness.&nbsp; He sighed happily. “I love waking up and seeing you first thing.” The tigerkyn whispered slowly sitting up in Hans’s lap. “How are you feeling?” He asked wanting to make sure Hans was still feeling okay. The young tiger was probably going to be overly concerned about Hans’s health for the next few days due to the injury but that just showed how much he cared about Hans. The scent of the food ineveitably got his attention. He reluctantly hopped out of Hans’s lap so the soldier could eat without him being in the way. Although he didn’t go far, he simply sat close to the soldier, knees touching as he picked up the bowl. “Mmm… the food looks good, much better then rations. Who brought it?” Joren asked taking a bite of the hot stew. In his hurry to eat the delicious looking food he didn’t bother to check how hot it was and he burned his tongue. He eeped and looked up at Hans slightly embarrassed. “It’s hot.” he explained.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-03-2014, 20:04:33</strong>
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				Hans smiled as he watched Joren slowly wake up, and face him. "I love waking up to seeing you too, my love." Hans whispered as he helped Joren to sit on his lap. Feeling his body brush across his body was quite pleasure able as Hans wrapped his arms around Joren's waist, and pulled him against his body. "I'm feel, well. There is still a dull ache, but it is not as bad as it was." Hans confessed, not wanting to lie to his lover, even if it is to try, and prevent him from worrying. Hans instantly missed the contact between him, and Joren the moment the young Tiger slipped off his lap. "Gustav's wife made it for us. Yes, it certainly does look better than rations." Hans commented as he took a spoonful, and blew on it before he noticed that Joren was bout to shovel it right into his mouth. The events played out in slow motion as he was about to shout a warning to Joren not too, but it was too late. "Yes, it is hot. Please becareful, my Love. I don't want you to hurt those delicious lips of yours, or your ticklish tongue." Hans whispered before he gave Joren a peck on his lips. <br><br>After dinner, The others entered. Sonya wanted Joren to play with her, but Gretchen shushed her. "Hans, the other men want to see you. I think you need to speak to them." Johann stated. Hans nodded, "Yes, Of course." Hans nodded as he pulled back the covers, and reached for his boots. "how many survived?" He asked. "1,500...out of 12,000" Fritz informed him. Hans dropped the boot he picked up, and looked at Fritz in shock. "F-Fifteen hundred, out of 12,000?" Hans asked in disbelief. Fritz nodded. Hans looked at the floor for a moment, and it looked like the weight of all those lives suddenly came crashing down upon his shoulders. "1,500...." He whispered. "Yes, but you saved everyone in the city! Something that your superiors were going to simply write off as they fled in cowardice." Gretchen stated. Trying to get Hans to understand that while the cost was truly heavy, they succeeded. Hans nodded as his hand reached up to touched the bandaged part of his face. "Yes...Yes, I know." He stated. Hans reached for the bedpost, and used it to pull himself up. Reaching out, he signaled for Joren to come to him. He quickly embraced the Tiger-kyn, and held him tightly. It was hitting him how easily they could have been killed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>07-03-2014, 19:34:56</strong>
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				Joren finished his meal albeit more carefully after burning his tongue. When he had finished he put the bowl to the side and snuggled up to Hans’s side. When the others arrived later, he smiled and would’ve happily hopped down to play with Sonya if things hadn’t all of a sudden taken a turn for the serious Noticing that it seemed like it was time to get up Joren slid out of bed retrieving all the things he needed to hide the fact that he wasn’t human and put them on. He stopped in the middle of putt the hat back on to cover his ears when the number of casualties was revealed. Joren stared wide eyed at the news. . How could so many people die in a single day? What about their families? What happened to them? All the civilians escaped but still so many people died it was horrible. That was more people then there where in any place then a big a city back home. <br><br>Joren came when signaled and promptly wrapped his arms around his lover as he was embraced. He was glad for the feelings of safety and security that came with being surrounded by Hans’s embrace. He looked up spoke up softy distress by the number of people who had died. “Hans… How does this happen? How can a little land be worth all these lives? Joren asked burying his head in Hans’s chest. He just couldn’t the fathom the idea that so many lives had been lost especially when compared to his previously life when such large concentrations of people were rare. Adding in the number of Russians who were sure to have died as well was just unthinkable to the tigerkyn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>08-03-2014, 15:01:33</strong>
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				"No land is worth that, but the people were. We saved many, many lives yesterday Joren." Hans whispered as he stroked the Tigerkyn's long hair. Hans leaned down, and nuzzled the top of Joren's head softly. He knew that yesterday would have been considered a "Small" Skirmish, and that there was battles were hundreds of thousands lay dead. Hans tightened his embrace of Joren, and rubbed up, and down his back. "I love you, my precious Tiger. You're my heart, and soul." Hans whispered. "We'll gather the survivors, Hans." Johann stated as he ushered everyone out so that Hans can finish getting ready. Hans nodded as he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled Joren into a hug. "Oh, I can hold you forever, and not grow tired of it, my Tiger." He whispered with happiness as he nuzzled the base of Joren's neck, and started to kiss Joren's neck. "After I speak to the troops, I want to marry you." Hans whispered softly as he looked into Joren's eyes. "By the end of the day, I want to make you my Husband, and I want to be yours." Hans said softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>10-03-2014, 08:51:12</strong>
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				Joren was unable to help himself and began to purr softly as Hans kissed his sensitive neck. When Hans announced how soon he wanted them to marry Joren stared into his eyes completely speechless for a minute. “I do too.” He finally said happy tears starting to form. “I want that more than anything else. I want to be yours forever. The sooner the better.” Joren said throwing his arms around Hans in a tight embrace.&nbsp; Standing on his tip toes and closing his eyes Joren gave Hans a kiss and parted his lips inviting Hans’s tongue into his mouth. When the kiss ended the tigerkyn stared up at his lover with his big green eyes. “I want to marry you more than anything else in the world.” He whispered softly unable to say anything to reveal how much he truly loved Hans.&nbsp; The idea of marrying Hans had pushed away any other thoughts other about violence or deaths. He just wanted to live the rest of his life with Hans and forget about all the bad things for a little while with a happy celebrations and formalizing their love in a formal ceremony.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>12-03-2014, 16:28:54</strong>
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				Hans smiled at Joren as he saw his word got the Cat's tongue for a change. A moment would pass before Joren seemed to be able to answer with a teary "I do too.". Hans smiled, and kept Joren in a tight embrace. Nuzzling him as Joren tightly embraced him. Hans was quite eager to accept Joren's kiss, and invitation to explore his mouth as Hans's tongue quickly slid over Joren's. Dancing, and wrestling, and intertwining. Hans could never get over how delicious Joren's mouth was. A deep aroused moan escaped from Hans lips as The front of his pants became tight with a very noticeable bulge. Hans wanted Joren, and wanted him badly. As was evident by Hans pushing his hips a bit into Joren, Grinding his bulge against him. When their Kiss finally ended, Hans looked at Joren with a gaze that was a mixture of Love, and Intense desire. "I can't wait till we're married, Joren." Hans whispered softly. There came a soft knock on the door. It was Johann, "We're ready Hans." Johann stated before he opened the door all the way. Hans nodded as he turned back to Joren, and gave him another kiss before standing up. "Let's go." Hans stated as he took Joren's hand, and led him out of the room. <br><br>Outside, there was a sea of people. As Hans stepped out of the building, they looked at him with large expectant eyes. However, Hans didn't say anything. He simply moved down the steps as the people parted. It was a short walk towards the Tank that carried, Hans and his men through their latest battle. It was the first time that he had a chance to look at it. The front armor was pot-marked, and scorched from being struck by countless rounds. Some very close to the tanks weak points. It proved that the Tiger II lived up to the Tiger name that was established by its predecessor. "You done good, my Friend." Hans whispered as he patted the front Glacias armor. <br><br>It was painful, and difficult, but Hans scaled the side of the Tank, and stood atop the turret. He looked out over the sea of people's faces. All of the Townsfolk they saved was there. All look up at him. He could see many soldiers mixed amongst them. Most of them injured in some fashion. All the survivors. Almost no one came away from this battle unscathed. Slowly Hans started to undo the bandage around his face. He was going to show everyone his injuries. To show them that he didn't come away uninjured either. Even after medicine, and cleaning. The left side of Hans's face looked like chewed Hamburger. It was obvious that he won't see out of his left eye, if it was even there, again. <br><br>Hans was quiet a moment as he took in the sobering scene. With a deep breath, he spoke:<br><br><em>Yesterday, we all stood to defend those that would be trampled, and crushed underneath the Red Army. Just as he have Trampled, and crushed those that were in our way during the early days of the war. However, Evil, does not justify Evil. Nor does past Evil deeds define your future. Yesterday was a Testament to that. Yesterday, 12,000 of the Finest German Men stood against two Red Armies. All to facilitate the evacuation of Civilians that done nothing to deserve the fate that this War would have thrust upon them. Our cause was Just, but the price we had to pay was high. Of the 12,000 men that stood against the Tide yesterday, only about 1,500 survived. These men gave their lives, and paid the ultimate sacrifice to that you all may live. We hold the memories of these fine men in our hearts, and swore an unspoken oath to Live. To make sure that their sacrifice were not spent in vain. We'll meet these brave young men again when the Lord calls us up for our final reward. It will be that time that Old friends will be reacquainted, and reunited. There we'll raise a toast to our great Deed. So Weep not for their passing, but smile in the fact that we knew these great, and brave Men.</em><br><br>From the Audience, a voice rose up in song, It was a painfully sad song, but the song was perfect for the situation. It spoke of Comrades in arms, and the lament of losing one's friend in a fight, and yet being powerless to give them a proper send off. <br><br>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/z2J6O-y9oOU?feature=player_detailpage" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>14-03-2014, 08:39:18</strong>
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				Joren sighed happily and leaned forward pressing up against Hans, his own bulge pressed up against Hans as well. The young tiger wanted nothing more than to lock the door and stay in bed with Hans for the rest of the day even though he knew it wasn’t possible. At the sound of Johann at the door Joren knew that their moment of comfortable alone time was over. Readjusting the hat on his head and pulling the coat tight around him he followed Hans outside hand in hand ready to face this strange, new, world once more.<br><br>Joren stood near the tank and stared at the crowd of people. The sheer size of the gathered crowd still amaze the young tiger but something was different. The group was large but it was also noticeably smaller than the one before the battle due to all of the soldiers who were no longer there. It saddened him as it really him just how many people had died. He wondered what those people would think if they found out that someone that was inhuman had survived when so many of their loved ones had not. He didn’t think they would take it well. Worried that something might happen and cause his other worldly form to be revealed he pulled the heavy coat tighter around himself in order to avoid an incident.<br><br>When Hans climbed on to the tank Joren moved closer to the large vehicle that had kept them all alive less than 24 hours ago. He waited nearby for when Hans wanted to get down in case the soldier needed help. When Hans suddenly revealed his injuries the young tiger winced. It hurt him to see his lover had been forced to suffer such an injury. It wasn’t fair that such a good person had been hurt. He was going to make sure that Hans was comfortable as possible once they were married to try to make up for the injury. Joren knew Hans would tell him not to worry about it but he couldn’t help it he just loved Hans so much.<br><br>The tiger-kyn listened as Hans made his passionate speech. Combined with the sudden singing of that sad song, tears began to fall down his cheeks. It was all just so sad. All of those lost soldiers had been ripped away from their family and their friends and would never see them again.&nbsp; Joren wanted to crawl up on to the tank and hug his lover but he didn’t. It just didn’t seem right. When the speech ended and Hans climbed down Joren watched him carefully in case he should slip. When he got down safely Joren stood at his side. “Hans, can we go now please?&nbsp; I just want to get married and spend the rest of the night with you.” Joren whispered softly so only Hans could hear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>22-03-2014, 16:36:32</strong>
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				As the notes faded into oblivion, Hans slowly lowered himself down from the top of the tank. His boots made a soft crunching sound on the dirt, and rocks that littered the ground. Hans smiled as Joren came to his side, and asked if they could go inside, and get married. Hans smiled, and nodded. Taking Joren's hand in his own, he led his lover back to the room with his Crew behind him. Since the situation wouldn't permit a true wedding. Hans would have to improvise. Once at the room, Hans would be taking to another room while Sonya, Gretchen, Gustav, and Fritz would get Joren ready. Basically cleaning the two up, and getting them dressed properly. <br><br>Soon, Joren was rejoined by Hans in the big room as everyone stood at attention. Hans took Joren's hands, and smiled as Johann took the part of hte priest. <br><br><em>Dearly beloved, We're gathered here today to witness the joining of these two souls in holy matrimony. The tales of these two is strange indeed, but no less endearing. We've watched them, in such a short period of time, become literal soulmates. One, not standing to be without the other. <br><br>Hans, do you take Joren to be your lawfully wedded husband?</em><br><br>I Do" Hans whispered as he couldn't take his eyes off of Joren. <br><br><em>JOren, do you take Hans Friedrich as your lawfully wedded husband?</em><br><br>The crowd waited for Joren's answer with bated breath. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 05:22:05</strong>
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				Joren held Hans’s hand tightly as he led the way back inside. The tigerkyn blinked in surprise as Gustav, his family and Fritz took him to another room in order to get clean. He did what he could to clean off the grime from the road and somewhat tame is messy hair or at least fix it enough so it wasn’t all knotted and would like kind of nice. It was a little embarrassing to have Sonya and Gretchen in there with him to help him change but he dealt with it. He was sure that they knew more about getting married here then he was glad for their help even if it was a little embarrassing.<br><br>When it was time to go out and rejoin Hans Joren smiled a little nervously at the others who were with him. He knew Hans would say yes. There was no doubt in his mind what Hans’s answer would be but Joren couldn’t help the multitude of butterflies that that seemed to be fluttering in his stomach. Joren smiled up at Hans as they rejoined in the big room. The young tigerkyn looked up into Hans’s eyes as they held hands. Joren’s tail twitched behind him as Johann went through the vows and a pleasant warmth searched through his chest when Hans said I do. Taking a deep breath as he looked into Hans’s blue eyes. “I do.” Joren replied, pulling his ears back and blushing lightly, waiting for Johann to say they could kiss or whatever it was that was tradition here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>26-03-2014, 20:06:29</strong>
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				Hans's heart leaped for Joy when he heard Joren say "I do". It took all his self control not to scoop the young Tigerkyn in his arms, and squeeze him tightly. Johann could see that Hans, and Joren were quite anxious to get to the "Fun" part, the Honeymoon. <br><br><em>By the power invested in me by....uh...This empty Stein. I now pronounce you two married! Go on, and kiss</em> Johann declared.<br><br>Hans didn't waste any time in doing just that. He pulled Joren to him, and Kissed the man as deeply, and passionately as he could. Hans's tongue slipping out, and into Joren's mouth. Seeking the Tiger's tongue, and dancing with it. "Ewww." Sasha stated as she covered her eyes. It wasn't because it was two men kissing. It was because they were simply Kissing. A very horrible act for a child to see. Gustav, and Gretchen chuckled as they rubbed Sasha's head. However, Hans didn't seem to be aware of it as he continued to deepen the kiss. So much so that Johann motioned for everyone to quietly step out of the Room. Leaving the newly weds to share oxygen. <br><br>When Hans finally pulled out of hte kiss, He was looking into Joren's eyes with desire, and love. Hans turned to thank everyone for witnessing the marriage, but when he saw the empty room, he was confused. "Where did everyone go?" He asked as he looked back at Joren. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>29-03-2014, 07:00:02</strong>
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				Joren got lost in the kiss completely losing track of the world around him. He didn’t notice when the others left the pair of lovers alone. The only thing that occupied his mind was Hans and how good he was feeling. When the kiss ended Joren was panting lighting and staring adoringly up at Hans as he recovered his breath.<br><br>Joren shrugged his shoulders when Hans asked about where the others had gone. “I don’t know.” To be honest Joren didn’t care that much about where the others had gone. He was just so happy that he was now bound with Hans forever and nothing else seemed to be anywhere near as important. The only thing that mattered was that now he and Hans were married.<br><br>The tigerkyn pressed up against Hans, simply wanting to be as close as possible. “Maybe they just wanted to give us time alone.” He suggested as he continued to lean on Hans. He couldn’t help but think how much better things would be if there were no clothes between them. “Hans, can we find a room please?” Joren asked blushing a little as he came up with something else to ask. “And um... could you carry me again?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>04-04-2014, 16:51:46</strong>
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				The curious thought about the sudden disappearance of the others was instantly banished as Hans felt Joren's lithe body press against his. A motion that instantly started to get a reaction out of Hans as he looked back at his lover. Feeling the Tigerkyn pressing more, and more into his body. In response, Hans started to press his body against Jorens. He shared Joren's thought about how nice it would be for the two of them to get out of their clothes. As Joren offered his hypothesis that the others wanted them have some alone time, He smiled. "That is nice of them. I can't think of anyone else I want to be alone with." Hans whispered as his hands slipped down, and grabbed Joren's tight butt before giving it a squeeze. <br><br>Joren made the suggestion of finding a room, and Hans nodded. He didn't say anything at Joren's request to be carried again. Instead, he simply scooped the Tiger up in his arms, and held him to his chest. "anything for my Beloved Husband." Hans whispered as he Kissed Joren deeply before started to head to the Room that Hans, and him slept in earlier. Hans carried Joren down the hall, constantly nuzzling him, and tell him how much He loved him. "I've waited all my life to meet you Joren, and now I'm the happiest man alive cause you're my husband. <br><br>Hans even went so far as to carry Joren across the threshold, and over to the bed. "My Beautiful Joren. I can't tell you how much I want you right now. I'm burning for you, my Love." Hans whispered with a lustful tone in his voice. In the front of his trousers, a rather large protrusion could be seen. Hans slowly lowered himself before Joren as his hands started to slide up, and down the young Tiger's thighs. The look in Hans's eye was a whirlwind of love, and desire. Slowly, Hans started to undo Joren's shirt. Taking his time with each button as if he was unwrapping a delicious treat, revealing Joren's chest, and fur. Hans ran his fingers up, and down Joren's chest, and stomach. "Your fur feels so good, my love. I want to feel it against my own body." Hans whispered. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 09:15:53</strong>
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				Joren laughed and smiled with delight as he was scooped up. Eagerly returning the kiss and snuggling up to his lover and husband as best he could. He wrapped his arms around Hans’s neck pulling himself as close as possible to the soldier. He had never felt happier than he did right at that moment in Hans’s arm, knowing that he would get to be with the soldier for however long their lives lasted. “You’ve made me happier than I’ve ever been and given me hope when I thought I would never have any again. I love you more than anything.” Joren whispered looking up at Hans his eyes filled with love and adoration. For the rest of the way back to their room, the tiger-kyn cuddled, kissed, and purred. Devoting all of his love and attention to Hans giving him everything the tiger-kyn could give. He didn’t want to waste a single moment of their time together.<br><br>Inside of Joren’s pants his rod hardened allowing a very noticeable bulge to be seen. Showing that he was every bit as filled with lust and desire as Hans was. As he was laid down on the bed Joren stared up at Hans wanting nothing more than to spend the whole night in bed with his lover. He smiled up at Hans as each button was undone. He was unable to help himself and began to purr as Hans gave him a belly rub. The tiger was torn between wanting Hans to hurry so they could lay fur to skin and wanting him to continue going slow so that this event lasted as long as possible. The boy blushed as Hans complemented his fur and gave word to his desires. “I want that too.” Joren confessed reaching for Hans and wrapping his arms around him in a gentle embrace. Giving Hans a gentle tug, wanting to be closer to him and for them to lie together. “I know how much you want me because I want you just as badly. I want you more than anything else I’ve ever wanted. I love you.” He said softly. His voice filled with more warmth and yearning then the boy could possibly describe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>05-04-2014, 20:31:17</strong>
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				Joren's arousal was not lost on Hans. As a matter of fact, he was very aware of it, and wanted to encourage it even more. Hans started to kiss Joren's chest, and nuzzle his fur as He started to fiddle with the button to Joren's trousers. Wanting to free his beloved Tiger of this oppressive clothing. "Mmm, it is like unwrapping the best gift in Christmas." Hans purred as his hands slowly moved up to the hem of Joren's pants, and pulled them down until Joren was completely nude before him. The way Hans's good eye took him in, there was no small amount of desire. <br><br>Hans gently guided Joren to lay on his back as hans coaxed his legs further apart. A moan of pleasure slipped from Hans's mouth as he took in his husband. Hans's hands slowly slipped up Joren's thighs before one wrapped around his shaft, and the other cupping his warm, soft balls. Hans slowly started to stroke Joren's swollen shaft as he watched his Tiger's reactions. Smiling as he hoped to bring lots of pleasure to him tonight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>06-04-2014, 01:58:20</strong>
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				Joren let out a moan as Hans kissed and nuzzled his chest. He happily wiggled his hips to help his lover as Hans moved to remove his trousers, trying to get out of them as soon as possible.&nbsp; Joren lay back and spread his legs giving his lover complete acess to his body, letting Hans do whatever he wanted. He bucked his hips and purred, rubbing himself against Hans’s hands. The tiger’s cock hardened even further and a few drops of pre leaked from the head of his of shaft. Providing lube for Hans’s moving hand and helping him make smooth motions that was driving Joren wild with pleasure.<br><br>He wanted Hans to touch him more, to stroke him more. The young tiger’s eyes became half lidded yet they never left his lover’s face. He could never get enough of his lover. Any sort of embarrassment he might have felt about being the only one naked had disappeared, driven out by the wild pleasure that Hans was giving him. “You’re making me feel so good.” Joren moaned.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>17-04-2014, 16:34:47</strong>
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				(OOC: Sorry it took me so long to get back. Moving is stressful.)<br><br>Hearing Joren's mews, and seeing his reaction was very arousing to Hans as he stroked a little faster. When Joren stated that He felt so good, Hans smiled again. "Good, I want my beautiful Tiger to feel good. To feel wonderful." Hans whispered in a sultry fashion as he dipped his head down, and drew his tongue along the underside of the head of Joren's cock. Tickling the "V" before taking it into his mouth. Hans started to suckle as he swirled his tongue around the tip. Tasting the salty heady cocktail that was Joren's pre-cum. Just watching his beloved squirm, and writhe on the matress as he listened to his moans of pleasure was so very arousing, and Hans could feel his own cock pushing hard against the front of his pants. Eager to be released, and buried deep within Joren. Hans wanted to be one with Joren again, but for right now. He was more than happy to pleasure, and worship his Tiger Prince. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 10:44:08</strong>
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				(OOC: It’s alright. I used to move around a lot. I understand.)<br><br>The tigerkyn continued to writhe under his lover’s attentions, bucking his hips into Hans’s mouth unable to resist that warm, wet cavern. The young tiger reached down exploring what parts of Hans’s body that he could reach. Wanting to touch and feel his savior and new husband. He wasn’t in search of any type of control, he just wanted as much contact as possible. He hoped Hans didn’t stop just after this. The young tiger wanted to please his lover just as much as his husband was making him feel. It wouldn’t be fair if he was the only one receiving pleasure. “I want you Hans, please. I want to make you feel good too. Please, I need you my love.”As Hans continued some pre would spurt out onto the soldier’s tongue followed by small mews of pleasure, an obvious clue to just how good he was making the young tiger feel. “Hans, if you keep going I’m going to cum.” He moaned out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>23-04-2014, 20:33:04</strong>
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				Hans was loving all the sounds of pleasure his beloved Tiger was making. It turned him on so much to see him writhe in ecstasy. Hans lowered his head, and took Joren's entire cock into his mouth. Suckling on it as he could feel the head hitting the back of this throat. Hans cupped Joren's full balls, and rolled them around. He wanted Joren to cum. He wanted to take his seed into his mouth. Hans continued to bob his head,a nd swirl his tongue all around Joren's delicious shaft, his saliva sliding down Jules's shaft, and over his balls. Hans drew back, but kept stroking his lover. "Cum for me, Jules. I want your seed in my mouth." Hans purred for his lover. Letting him know it is completely alright for him to let go. Hans had planned on neither of them getting any real sleep that night.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>28-04-2014, 03:58:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren moaned one final time before crying out in pleasure, “Hans, I’m cumming!” His hips bucked once as his body tensed up and his cock began to pulse as he shot several strings of cum into his lover’s mouth. As the final spurt of cum his body relaxed and he lay flat on the bed as his body relaxed.&nbsp; Reaching down, Joren tugged gently on the sleeve of Hans’s shirt. “Join me on the bed, my love?” He asked softly wanting to feel the soldier’s naked flesh lying in bed with him, pressed up against him, to be cradled in the arms of his lover and to hold him in return for a few moments before they continued with their love making. That was the only way that the lithe tiger-kyn could think of what they were doing. They were in love and showing each other that. There was no other way to describe it and Joren would have it no other way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>30-04-2014, 15:50:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans knelt there a moment as he let Joren come down from his climax, and into his afterglow. Though, as he felt the tiger tug on his sleeve, Hans looked up, and smiled. "Yes, my Prince." He cooed as he slowly rose up, and stood before Joren. Hans slowly peeled off the last few layers of clothing so he was just as nude as his lover. As his trousers, and undergarments were lowered, Hans's cock sprang, and jutted out from his hips. Nestled in a forest of golden curly hair. Slowly hans crawled across the top of Joren's body. Letting his drag along his flesh as his warm breath rolled over the soft skin of Joren's chest, and neck. "You look so beautiful, my Precious Tiger." Hans whispered as he eased himself down on top of Joren, and slithered his arms around him before rolling to his side. Keeping Joren to his chest. Hans nuzzled, and kiss Joren softly. Remembering how sensitive he would be after his release, and it did feel like quite a large one. Hans's cock was still throbbing hard as it rubbed, and pushed against Joren. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>05-05-2014, 07:15:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren leaned up and nuzzled Han as he felt his lover finally join him in bed. His arms wrapping around the soldier even as he felt Hans’s slip around him. The tiger-kyn purred softly in total contentment. He rubbed himself against the soldier happy just to feel Hans’s skin against his fur. Joren was glad that Hans seemed to love simply cuddling and being affectionate even when they were bed like this. After everything that had happened earlier today and everything else he had been through, Joren was understandably very clingy and was now even more so after Hans’s injury. He continued to cuddle with his lover, nuzzling Hans’s neck and chest, his wild blonde hair and ears tickling the underside of his lover’s chin whenever he went to nuzzle his chin. “Don’t let me go, please.” Joren whispered softly.&nbsp; He could feel Hans’s cock brushing against him as they continued to cuddle and a few times as their cocks brushed up against one another he moaned softly. His cock was slowly hardening again but before he tried to take care of it, he wanted to do something for Hans. The soldier had made him feel so good earlier. Joren spread his legs slightly and rubbed up against Hans once more. “Hans, if you want I try to pleasure you again or um, enter me again. Whichever you want. I just want to make you feel good to, my love.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>06-05-2014, 16:00:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans was in heaven, plain and simple. He found the love of his life, and he was never going to let him go. Hans let out a soft moan as he felt Joren's fur slid across his, and his ears tickling the bottom of his jaw. Hans continued to run his hands, and fingers through Joren's fur as he kept the tiger-Kyn close to him. When Joren asked Hans to never let him go again, Hans nuzzled him before he whispered; "Never will I let you go. I'm your husband, and you're mine. We'll be together forever, and ever." Hans answered as he kissed along Joren's neck. Sucking on the skin. Though as Joren asked if He could try, and pleasure Hans again, or that they could go ahead, and make love. Hans raised up, and smiled at Joren as he gently rubbed one of Joren's Round fuzzy ears. Enjoying the velvety texture between his fingers. "You do make me feel good, I feel so wonderful when I pleasure you, and hear how much you enjoy it. It makes my heart race when I see how much you enjoy my touch." Hans continued as he nuzzled, and rubbed his body against Joren's. His fur felt so luxurious that Hans wanted to simply be enveloped in it. "Though...I want to make love to you, my Precious tiger. I want us to be one." He whispered before he raise up on all fours, and maneuvered himself between Joren's legs. His cock, hard, and still throbbing from when He sucked Joren off a few moments ago. Hans took the precum, and used it to lube his finger as he gently started to insert it into Joren's asshole. He wanted to loosen the Tiger-Kyn Up so that it won't hurt when He enters him with his cock. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>07-05-2014, 21:07:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren sighed softly and pushed his head up against Hans’s hands as his lover massaged his ears. Normally the feeling was just pleasurable, now however it bordered on total bliss. Maybe it was because of his state of arousal or just because he was more sensitive in bed with his lover, he didn’t know. All he knew was that it felt wonderful and he hoped Hans didn’t stop anytime soon.&nbsp; He pouted for a moment when Hans stopped stroking his ear but it immediately changed into a smile as Hans announced what he wanted. “I want that too.” Joren whispered, softly. The tiger-kyn spread his legs as Hans crawled his way in between them, letting Hans get into position. Leaning up he nuzzled his lover softly before laying back. The tiger-kyn was eager to feel his lover’s touch once more. Wanted to feel him inside as they made love and became one. Joren moaned softly as Hans inserted his finger, stretching him out and preparing him for taking Hans’s cock. “Hans,” He moaned softly, calling out his lover’s name, his voice filled with desire. He wanted Hans so badly, more than anything in the world. “Please, I wnt you. More than anything. I want to be one with you.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>09-05-2014, 20:25:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans was careful as he prepared Joren for their bonding. Once he felt Joren was read, Hans spit into his hand to lub his throbbing cock before raising himself up, and pressing the head into Joren's bud. Leaning over the tiger, Hans whispered into his ear. "I love you, my Precious Tiger. I'm so happy that you, and I will be spending the rest of our lives together." Hans purred before he kissed Joren deeply on the lips. Using that distraction to push his way into the Young Tiger's tight ass hole. The feeling coaxed a moan from Hans's lips quite quickly as he pushed himself all the way to the hilt. Joren had an amazing ass. It was so tight, and the feeling of it against his cock was mindblowing. "I love you, Joren." He whispered as he started to pump in, and out of his lover. ALl the while Hans continued to rain down kisses, as his hands caressed Joren's furry body with adoration. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 08:43:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren looked up at Hans with a smile and a nod of assent. Giving his lover permission to enter whenever he wished. His heart beat faster and louder as Hans declared his love for him, so loud in fact that he would be surprised if Hans couldn’t hear it. As Hans kissed him Joren moaned, which turned into a gasp as he felt himself filled by Hans’s cock. “Hans, I love you too! More than anything in the world. I’m so glad you found me!” Hans felt so good inside of him, so big, and seemed to stretch him out just right so it was pleasurable without being too painful. As the soldier’s hands began to stroke his fur and kisses poured down, the tiger-kyn was doing his best to return the affection with his own. His arms went up, holding Hans in a gently embrace.&nbsp; Leaning up, he nuzzled, kissed, and licked at his lover’s neck, filling his nose with Han’s scent. He was in paradise and didn't think that life could get any better.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>13-05-2014, 17:59:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans couldn't believe it took him this long to find Joren, but now that he has found him. Hans was never letting Joren out of his sight. Hans continued to pump into Joren as he steadily increased the speed. His lips would Find Joren's as Hans's tongue slid along, and explored Joren's mouth. "I love you, my Tiger." Hans whispered with deep love, and affection. Standing up again, Hans slipped down, and wrapped his hand around Joren's shaft, and began to stroke him in time with his own rhythm. "You feel so good, my Love. My Husband!" Hans moaned loudly. He didn't care if people heard him. He was sharing the most intimate embrace he could give to his lover. <br><br>To change things up, Hans smiled at Joren, and laid down. Trapping Joren's cock between both their stomachs. Hans slithered his arms around Joren, and then rolled on to his back. Seeing Joren on top, made him so amazingly sexy that Hans almost blew his load right there. In this "Cowboy" Position, Joren would feel the full insertion of Hans's thick cock into his ass. "God, you look so sexy, Joren." Hans stated as he started to roll his hips into Joren's ass. His hands moving up, and down Joren's legs, and stomach. One hand returning to stroking his thick member as Hans wanted Joren to cum again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Avalon29</strong> on <strong>14-05-2014, 08:04:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Joren moaned into Hans’s mouth and he happily allowed his lover’s tongue to slip into his mouth. He tightened his embrace holding his lover closer as the soldier continued to slide his cock deeper inside of him. Joren had no problem moaning and calling out Hans’s name while they made love. He didn’t know that relationship between men was taboo in this world. All he knew was that he was with the man he loved and things couldn’t get any better. As Hans stood up the tiger-kyn eased his embrace, allowing his lover to easily move into the new position. He immediately began to wriggle as Hans’s began to stroke his rod, unable to keep still as his body was wracked by pleasure. “I love you Hans, my protector, my savior, my husband.” He said softly trying to convey all his love and affection in a single sentence. <br><br>As Hans lay down on top of him Joren rocked his hips in response to the sudden warmth. As they rolled over Joren nuzzled the base Hans’s neck and placed a small kiss there. The tiger leaned back so he was almost sitting strait up and be rock his hips in time with Hans’s thrusts and the soldier’s stroking of his cock. Soon Joren was unable to hold back any longer as he felt a rising pleasure surge within him. His body tightened and tensed up&nbsp; as his climax approached. “I’m gonna cum!” He moaned and a moment later he climaxed. He arched his back in raw pleasure and rocked back and forth, shooting his cum over their stomachs.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Tiger's Tale. (Avalon29 &amp; Mac84)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mac84</strong> on <strong>15-05-2014, 17:07:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Hans wasn't far behind Joren as he could feel his lover's body tensing, and preparing for its second release. Hans smiled as he was very happy to be bringing Joren so much pleasure, and love. In his own neither regions, hans felt his loins tightening. Joren's ass was simply too magnificent. It felt like Joren's ass was milking his cock, pulling it in as deep as it could. Even passed the hilt, and Hans was more than willing to give his lover every inch. When Joren announced that he was going to cum, Hans panted along with him. "I'm going to cum too, Joren". It couldn't have been timed more perfectly had Hans tried. right as he felt Joren climax, and his hot seed shot out onto his stomach, and chest that he gave one last hard thrust into Joren's tight ass before his cock erupted, filling Joren with his hot seed. Hans's body was stiff as a board during the entirety of his climax. <br><br>After a few minutes, he was able to relax, and breath again. Looking up at Joren, Hans would swear the Tiger was glowing angelically. "My precious Tiger, you're so beautiful." Hans panted as he pulled Joren down against his chest. Smearing Joren's seed against both their bodies. "You're amazing, my Love. You make me feel so loved, and so good. I can't believe you're my Husband." Hans whispered before he planted a mind blowing kiss upon Joren's lips. A kiss that showed how much Hans loved, and desired Joren. A moment later, Hans hip started to roll as he initated another loving making session with Joren.<br><br>For the men of the Sophie II, the war was over. The survivors of the town attack decided to build a new town. Hans, and Joren was given their own private cottage on a lake to live out the rest of their lives in peace. Hans would spend everyday loving, and adoring his husband, Joren. Making sure not a day goes by that Joren does not feel loved. To slowly erase all the memories of the pain, and loneliness he felt before meeting Hans. Their days were spent basking in the warm sun, and their nights warming each other up in the throes of passion. <br><br><div align="center"><em>Fin</em></div> 
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