Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)
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				Title: <strong>Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>28-09-2014, 21:13:49</strong>
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				It was an early morning at the campsite, and the remnants of the fire were still smoldering as the dawn's light shone. The rows of tents were shaking, with people crawling out and stretching out as they hurried about their business. Some splattered water from a rainwater barrel on their faces washing up and freshening slightly. Others made a hurried rush to the latrine to relieve themselves downhill, kicking in a little dirt as well to prevent a smell from building up. Others still were taking up jogging around the campsite or doing their form of morning exercise. <br><br>It was not an uncommon sight to behold a group of men and futas a hundred heads strong preparing for a morning like this. The soldiers may still be 'green' and out of their basic training only some scarce weeks ago, but they were lax in discipline up until their new commander decided to show up. The news had spread that a new one was coming, and that they would get their chance to join the battlefield at that point too. Of course, many of them would have been content laying about if not for the fact that being in combat would impress the heck out of girls back home, and getting the women's attention was in the mind of every man and futa in the camp often enough. <br><br>"Polish the blades, and check the strings on your bows lads, make yourself presentable for when the commander shows up." Speaking up, one of the veterans in the group raised his voice while instructing the new lads. Most of the hundred people there were newcomers, out of a training camp and just waiting to get their chance to prove themselves. A much smaller number were the veterans that were there to try and instill them with at least some measure of discipline.<br><br>Catfolk, wolves, canines and horses, an occasional bear and rabbit amidst them, it was a mixture of furry species standing together at the time, all preparing for their officers arrival. They had received simple swords and bows, alongside their leather armors, to suit them as a new unit. They were lucky not to have been assigned spears and simple cloth armor, but they were supposed to be under the command of an officer that would hopefully get far, and thus had received somewhat better gear than a fair share of the others that graduated. Not by a wide margin, their gear still showed it was hastily made and rough in its form, but they'd serve better than a wooden spear and an iron tip if it came to an actual fight. <br><br>"You lazy sucks of pus are supposed to get yourself cleaned up, hop into your armor, and have your blade or your bow at ready when the commander shows up. When the commander is happy, there will be a meal after the commander is satisfied with the sad lot of you!" The shouting feline had a smirk on his face as he barked out commands in the commander's absence. The grey-furred feline was a bit of a harsh man but he was trying to hold the lot to at least some discipline before the commander would set them right. The men needed a chance to prove themselves, and a chance to earn the gold to go drinking and whoring eventually. <br><br>That was probably bothering them. They had been waiting around and not gotten a chance to see any sight of a woman for quite a while. Futas had breasts that many wanted to grope and squeeze but not a single sight of pussy anywhere around left a fair share of men feeling pent-up, and the futas weren't doing much better. They wanted to get on the move eventually.<br><br>There was a single larger commander's tent set up with a clearing before it, and the rows of men's tents set up on either side of the commander's tent and the clearing. The outer edge had a wooden palisade built up for some defense, with elevated wooden platforms for 'watchtowers' that were not being manned at the peaceful morning hour, though they should have been, if the discipline was working proper. The hilltop their camp was on was fairly clear, with campfires laid out amidst the tents in smaller clearings, with two people to a tent it left them with quite a number of tents pitched up here and there. The latrines were at the back wall of the camp, a pit dug near them and a hole at the base of the palisade to allow the sogging mess to drain away instead of smelling up the campsite. There was a pair of storage tents set up not too far away, with gear laying in wait within them, including the dry ingredients that the day's meal would be made from. The same storage tents would have to serve as a makeshift kitchen after all, until they'd earned the prestige of getting something better.<br><br>Hopefully that would come soon, when they got into a fair bit of fighting. They needed money and prestige from fights. The kingdoms never really had a long lasting peace, people went into war on stuff as simple as someone calling another nobleman's moustache ugly, or telling another their wife would make a hag jealous of her ugliness. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Company Name: To be Determined by the Commander<br>Company Strength: 100 men, 80 of them males, 20 futas.<br>Company Commander: Waiting to learn<br><br>Priviledges: <br>**Improved Gear (Steel Swords, Wooden bows, Leather Armor)<br><br>Prestige Earned: 0<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>28-09-2014, 21:55:32</strong>
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				Devonna Blackhound arrived before empty watchtowers and sighed. She was dressed in the vestments of her newly appointed station: a tabard of her kingdom's colors was worn over her leather armor and tucked into her belt. Her sex was marked by the skirt she wore--females were given leave to wear skirts while futa and males were mandated to wear pants. Stockings rose up from her boots and disappeared up her skirt, reaching up to her thighs where none would see. Unless a strong breeze decided to betray her. Devonna was a wolf of House Blackhound, a minor noble house in the kingdom. Her father had wanted a son to carrying on his legacy...but had been blessed with Devonna instead. Swordplay was never her strong suit, but when given other people to do the fighting, Devonna had proven herself in the academy to be a proven tactician. She even graduated top of her class. <br><br>And now she had arrived to this. A camp without properly manned watchtowers. Devonna shouldered her bag of clothes and personal effects, and looked at the charter and other bits of paperwork she had in her hand. One-hundred under her command? Oh this was going to be interesting. She slipped into the camp. If she would arrive completely unnoticed would have been a real shock--her clothes, even her tabard covered leather armor, conformed to the shape of her body. Devonna was a dream for many and she knew it; she was allowed quite the entertaining education because of it. She observed the men and futa around her, looking for one of the veterans that might help her get the attention of the camp.<br><br>In that interest, Devonna found herself walking in the direction of the grey-furred cat that was shouting commands, trying to whip the camp into something presentable. Well, if they wanted to impress her, the moment had passed with the empty watchtowers. The black wolfess arrived in front of the grey cat and gave the man a smile. "Good morning," she said. She then held up the charter with the queen's seal on it and presented it close, just so there was no misunderstanding. "Gather the camp."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>29-09-2014, 10:41:06</strong>
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				Devonna's arrival was met with some curious gazes following her, appraising on her form and seeming curious on her intent. The grey furred feline was still trying to organise the men to a presentable shape when she stepped before him. Based on the widening eyes and surprised expression, she had caught him off-guard with her approach as well.<br><br>"Good morning," he replied in turn to her greeting while accepting the papers she was showing, looking through the most obvious signs that he had to confirm quickly but he had hardly the time to read it all through right then and there, instead raising his voice following her command. "Gear up and Form Rows! I want you all here and ready in two minutes!" The cat's voice rose high, as he stood there. Leather shirt and pants gave the feline some protection, the sword at his side looked to have taken a few hits given the marks in the blade's rough edge, and a bow was strapped to his back alongside a small quiver tied to the side of his right leg, the blade in turn on his left flank. <br><br>"We were just preparing for your arrival, I apologise for the men not being ready yet but it seems that someone decided to kill the company's pet rooster and caused us all to sleep in." A gesture towards the dead animal further off, plucked free of its feathers and with its neck in an unnatural angle, was proof enough of at least some of that tale. "Granted, it was an old and tired cock that tended to crow too early sometimes but its unusual for the men to kill it like that. Nonetheless, the Sixteenth Company awaits your orders, and a designated name if you would give it the honor of one."<br><br>The rows began to form under that two minute timeline. Some spent a better part of the first minute getting their leather outfits on and secured, but by the half-way point of the two minute mark almost everyone was standing in a row with their weapons strapped into the outfit for a march, though their bags and tents left on the ground as no orders had been made for that, the group was merely ready for a march, for practice drill, for inspection, or whatever orders came next. <br><br>"I am Cain Sharpclaw, one of your ten veterans. We have ninety folks here fresh out of training, and even us veterans haven't seen too much action before this assignment, just enough to know how to get things done when an officer commands. We're all eagerly awaiting orders though, whether its to train up more, set on a march towards some skirmish, or inspections." He saluted her, but even as he tried to stand still and serious his eyes did roam briefly at her skirt and on the tabard she wore, taking in the shapes of her figure.<br><br>It was apparent that a lot of the men and futas were likewise giving her looks, but having realized she was an officer they seemed to keep their thoughts on such to themselves, but given the way so many eyes seemed to rise on her stockings till the hem of the skirt, she might well be in most people's minds even after the gathering, and she held their attention alright.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 05:00:49</strong>
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				There was a masturbation joke in the struggling of the rooster matter, but Devonna decided to let it slide as she listened to what else the feline, Cain Sharpclaw, had to report to her. "Thank you, Cain. I will need a meeting with you and the rest of the veterans after this address," Devonna said to Cain. Devonna had been told that she was to determine her own command structure. She caught the way that he looked at her and suppressed a smirk. Devonna didn't think that she dressed that provocatively, but considering that she was the only skirt in a sea of one hundred pants, she knew that provocatively was now a relative term; there was nothing stopping her from donning pants, but she liked the freedom a skirt offered her.<br><br>The grin she suppressed when she noted Cain's looks was playing at her lips when she saw how the whole company was eyeing her. Really? She knew that the soldiers had to be starved, but really this much? She managed a measured, serious look...as best as she could anyway. Clearing her throat, Devonna addressed her soldiers. "Good morning. My name is Devonna Blackhound and starting today you will refer to me as Commander. First order of business. I couldn't help but notice the ease of which I managed to slip into the camp this morning. No one stopped me--and I saw some of you staring; you knew I was a foreign entity and yet all you did was gawk. In fact, I should have been stopped before even breaching the palisade. And before that, spotted on the hill. Would any one care to explain why those watchtowers were empty on my arrival? It's a good thing I wasn't an assassin or something else unpleasant, say, an entire enemy force." She paused then to take stock of her troops' reactions. If they looked sufficiently ashamed, she would move on. <br><br>"Second order. Straggling the crowing cock is usually said as euphemism. Not the literal act of doing so." She paused briefly, hoping that she elicited at least a few laughs. "I don't care who killed the bird, but I expect someone to come up with an alarm device the last night watch shift is going to ring to rouse the rest of us tomorrow morning." <br><br>With that she started walking along the lines. As Devonna went, she prodded feet that were out of place with her own and adjusted the dress of a few that undoubtedly hurried a bit too much in getting formed up. As she did so, she spoke. "I am told most of you are green. I am also told you are all eager for action. While I am impressed by your enthusiasm, keep in mind that the battlefield and what you're expected to do on said battlefield is to be respected. You will fight for honor. You will fight for Queen and Country. And you will fight for the person on either side of you. And under my command I intend to make sure as many of you make it home to your families as possible. My veterans step forward and stay. Oh and you and you." She stopped and pointed to two of her soldiers. "In the watchtowers." She would then select eight others and ask them to pair off and patrol the perimeter. "The rest of you are dismissed." <br><br>Devonna waited for the crowd to disperse and for her veterans to gather around her. She'd take note of each of their faces and would commit them to memory. She'd ask each to give her their name before she addressed them. "I couldn't help but notice the lack of shields. Did command not send any?" Devonna already knew the answer. And she also knew that the equipment her soldiers currently had were of higher quality than what some of the companies of her peers would receive. She had graduated top of her class and her troops were given leathers, swords, and bows. She supposed she was still unproven in the field and command wouldn't waste more resources than absolutely necessary. "Who here is the best at parrying? I want you to teach your fellow veterans your technique. And in turn I want the lot of you to then go gather nine others each and drill them. Rotate out the guards I just assigned as needed. Until I can I get some proper shields here, that hunk of metal at your side is going to be your means of attack and defense in direct combat." <br><br>The wolfess would then dismiss her vets, after seeing that their most competent swordsman was teaching them how to parry properly. Devonna would ask for someone to fetch her once the camp wide drilling started.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-09-2014, 18:38:22</strong>
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				The men and futas kept a careful watch on her as she spoke, listening as well as taking in the sight of her skirt-clad figure. Nevertheless, as she spoke of the ease of which she had just walked right into their encampment more than a few guys looked a bit guilty, the futas in turn a little awkward and nodding in acceptance quietly, but desipte the bit of shaming they seemed to be paying attention still rather than allowing the scolding to leave them quiet and unfocused. <br><br>As she spoke of the stranggling of the cock there was a short coughing laughter among some but most tried to keep a serious face. Tried, that is, she could spot more than a couple smiles in the rows despite the ones that did manage to look serious... or at least constipated. The order to come up with a solution seemed to make the veterans nod in the rows, in front of a particular group of soldiers each of them.<br><br>While walking among the rows inspecting them and fixing their outfit a bit, there was more than a couple that looked down at her chest when she came up close, others looking at her face, and a few that showed a full on erection at her standing close to them, but none of them tried to cop a feel, slap her on the rump or anything. They were amorous, but disciplined enough to not attempt something like that with a superior officer. <br><br>Her words there seemed to have an effect, with people nodding quietly and humming briefly at the thoughts mentioned. Her order for the veterans to step forward was met with a few steps ahead by the men in question, while the two she gestured for duty in the watchtowers hurried off to keep watch then to not repeat the earlier humiliation they had received.<br><br>The veterans gathered before her, and she was faced by the lot of them, none of them seemed that old or scarred, but they had more of a professional look about them than the others. Looking them over and speaking her question out loud, she was met with shaking heads on teh topic of those shields. At the question of parrying, a lone horse-man stepped up. "I may be big but I was raised to be quick on my feet and I also learned to be quick with a blade. I can parry strikes pretty well, though I am no expert." The men listened the commands to train and practice then and there, seeming intent to follow through.<br><br>First among the veterans and the one trying to take charge earlier was "Cain", a somewhat roughed up grey-furred feline with a somewhat suspicious look on his face, one that spoke that he didn't trust others too easily. His gear was in fine shape, from the looks of it receiving a fair share of care. He did not seem particularily muscular but moved with purpose and precision.<br><br>The second was a tall and broad shouldered horse-man introducing himself as "Dominic", who had volunteered to take care of the parrying practice. For his size, the horse-man seemed quick on his feet and did appear to be not only strong but swift as well. Though he seemed to have a bit of problem explaining things to others, showing his mind wasn't necessarily as quick as his feet.<br><br>Third among the veterans was a black furred wolf man with a bald spot on his arm showing a scarred mark on him. "Jack" as he introduced himself gruffly, was a 'former' prisoner turned soldier who was more of a brawler than a soldier, but was able to hold discipline pretty well as long as he wasn't drinking himself. Muscular though not overly so, he gave the impression of a hard worker with an attitude.<br><br>Fourth among them was a vixen with ample bosom and tight pants hugging a definite male shaft. The red fur and the swaying tail made 'her' a sexy sight in the tight leather, but despite her smile her hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and based on her stance she was ready to prove herself in a fight immediately if necessary. She did not seem muscular nor particularily agile, but stood confident nonetheless. "Rose", she called herself.<br><br>Fifth amongst them was a badger, one with an eyepatch on his left eye, and a small wooden figurine hanging off a leather cord around his neck. The figurine seemed to be one of a naked woman posing sexily, and pretty well made one at that. He was the guy that had been carving wood when she approached the camp, and didn't really give the impression of a soldier at all, laid back even as he stood before her. In fact, he had his sword and bow, and his armor on, but the quiver of arrows was missing from his side. "James Honeynose." He grinned with an incorrigible look on his face as he eyed her chest while introducing himself.<br><br>Sixth, a bear of a man, was wearing a leather armor that seemed a little too small, but it did show off his impressive figure rather well pulled tight on his form. The man seemed reserved and quiet for most part, but nod his head. "Malus, foreigner, errm. Came for good eats, got into army." He shrugged and smirked faintly, turning quiet again. Definitely one for the 'big and stupid' category based on the look he had, but if there was simply a language barrier or something more, it was hard to tell for absolute certain.<br><br>Seventh was another futa, a serpent-like figure with modest, perky breasts, the leather tugged tight on her figure but the scales on her neck said she had a bit of a natural protection as well. Her skin seemed firm given those scales went all around, but the pants she wore showed she was no woman, despite the swell of her chest, the swell of her groin giving further proof. She had a look of a vicious fighter about her, and the fact there were notches cut on the surface of her sword's scabbard spoke of some experience as well. "Mira." She nodded her head curtly in introduction.<br><br>The eight was a somewhat unassuming looking, somewhat plump otter. He had thick fur, and his hair was all ruffled on his head, his stomach threatening to burst from the leather armor, his big arms and legs looking a bit slow. He moved his hand to his head surprisingly quickly though. "Raul, cook and a veteran, I'm not so good with a sword but give me a trusty meatcleaver and I'll practice chops alright." There was somewhat weird feel about him, but the man nod his head seriously nonetheless.<br><br>Ninth of the group was a hound, bernhardian by the looks of him, a tall man with thick fur and heavy ears, as well as a spotless armor that seemed to have been carefully maintained. He saluted her seriously and spoke in a deep, strong voice. "Welcome along Commander, Gregory Armstrong, at your service." He pat the hilt of his sword, standing out from amidst the officers, his seemed to have been particularily well made, not fancifully decorated but rather the look of it was a more balanced, carefully made piece of steel. The man had the looks of someone of higher social circles.<br><br>The tenth one in the group of veterans was a brown furred rabbit, with a black eye, a spot giving him a perpetual mean look. His ears flopped down but he was twirling a small knife in his fingers at a fast pace, flicking the blade in the air, closing the switchblade before springing it out again and seeming to balance it on fingertips, delighting in the fast clicks as it opened and closed. There was a ruthless look in his eyes, if there was someone amongst these people who wouldn't think twice about following a cruel order that might become necessary, this was the bastard that would do it without complaints. "Nick."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 02:45:27</strong>
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				It was becoming clear the sort of impression she was making on her troops. Devonna caught many of the glances appraising her form...and felt the rest. While others may have been uncomfortable, Devonna silently reveled in the attention. Especially since they all seemed to respect her enough to not give into impulses more appropriate for loose tavern wenches. Devonna hadn't been informed on the conditions of her company's basic training and whether or not the soldiers had the opportunity--or the means--to 'relieve' themselves. Judging from the way they look at her, like she was some sort of strange, exotic creature, it was clear they hadn't felt the touch of a female woman in ages. They were free to look at her though, as long as it didn't distract them from their actual purpose.<br><br>Her veterans were as widely varied as the rest of her company, not to mention proportionally representative. While she gave most of her vets a few appraising glances, Rose the vixen actually made Devonna take a bit of a pause. That amble bosom, the clear outline of a male shaft...men were men and Devonna love them so, but futas--they were perhaps some of the more memorable of her lovers. Each of her veterans in turn had some physical qualities that Devonna liked, but she had to mentally scold herself--this wasn't a meat market. This was a military camp.<br><br>She left the matter of parrying lessons to Dominic the horse and hoped that he would be able to educate the other vets on proper parrying. His boasts about being agile for a large man were proven in his movements--Devonna hoped he was being modest about his swordsmanship. Devonna knew that she wouldn't have been able to teach them; while some of her peers sought a well rounded education at the officer's academy, Devonna devoted much more of her time studying tactics and strategies. Devonna figured that she would just delegate drills to the actual fighters, as she had then. <br><br>Until she was called over to observe the camp-wide parrying drills, Devonna would go to inspect her Commander's tent. She thought briefly about how it would mark her apart from the sea of tents, but she knew that the space would be needed for meetings and welcoming guests, and all other sorts of functions. Once she took stock of what her personal quarters had to offer her, Devonna would set her bag of clothes and personal effects down and retrieve the ink, quill, and parchment she had brought. She needed to write up an update to command, as well as a request for some actual shields. Devonna didn't see a message bird coop on her way in, but barring that possibility, Devonna supposed she'd have to start training scouts and messengers anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>01-10-2014, 19:34:30</strong>
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				Devonna's step into the commander's tent was met with a sight of an orderly little domain. A large table with maps set down upon it already on both the surroundings immediately around the camp and the larger map dealing with their kingdom, and its immediate neighbors, along with some smaller maps about different areas that were at the borders and known to have sparked more than one conflict in the past. There was a chair at one end of the table, but none to offer for guests. Though given the table's height, it was suitable for just standing around while holding a meeting, the chair in turn high enough to sit comfortably at the table but not so high as to bump one's knees to the underside unnecessarily. <br><br>Beyond the table there was a comfortable bed brought all the way to this place, and from the looks of it heavy curtains to cover behind if one chose to put them to use, secured to slim metal poles partially embedded to the soil around the bed to secure them in place. There was a large chest there with a key in the lock, the chest itself empty but meant for her personal effects it would appear. There was a mirror set down at the side, along with a small but serviceable bath-tub, a light wooden one. She shouldn't get splinters to her behind from it but it was far from the comforts of the stony ones, but in comparison to those this one might even be carried along if necessary, though it might still be better to put it up on a wagon than try and bring it along by hand.<br><br>A small stand was set nearby that could hold an armor and weapon at ready if someone wished to set it so, and there was a banner post set nearby, though without any banners flying from it, left to be as it was at the time, whether to carry her personal banner or that of the company, it was not specified. <br><br>It did not take long until there was a voice speaking from just beyond the tent's doorway. "Commander Blackhound, the troops are starting their parrying drills as ordered." The voice sounded like one of the new soldiers rather than one of the veterans, but the message was delivered and the figure hurried off again quickly. They hadn't received that much training with messages it seemed. <br><br>Nonetheless, looking outside it was apparent that the groups were taking their practice seriously, with five men in a group attacking other five, the veteran amongst those defending in most groups, but as an attacker in a few. Seeming to correct people in their mistakes in most groups, but it was immediately apparent that there were differences in skill at that. Out of the lot, Dominic, Cain and Gregory seemed to be making the most progress in teaching people, though it was apparent that Mira and Rose held the attention of their men, training them seriously and doing fairly well. The one group that was struggling to get things right seemed to be Malus' group, his heavy-handed strikes too brutal to block or parry properly, and he seemed to be getting annoyed that his group wasn't "getting it" based on the way he was huffing and trying to give orders. <br><br>Veterans were not always the best teachers, but overall it seemed her group was a good bunch, just a few with rough side to them. Malus wasn't making any friends the way he was acting though, and some of his group were watching the other veterans seeming to catch on a bit more by doing so than by listening to Malus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 04:02:28</strong>
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				Devonna deposited her bag of clothes and personal effects in the empty chest, turning the key to engage the lock. She deposited the key in the best pocket she had: between her breasts. Hearing the voice of a recruit at her tent, Devonna would say that she would be right out. She set her ink bottle, quill, and sheaf of parchment on the table and made her way to the parrying drills. <br><br>Part of conducting the drills was to assess which of her veterans would make good drill sergeants. All veterans had experience, but only so many of them could transfer that experience into teachable skills. And as Devonna observed the groups it was becoming quickly obvious who was best suited to teaching. Cain, Dominic, and Gregory excelled at teaching their recruits, followed notably by Rose and Mira. And then there was Malus. Devonna cringed as she saw the way he swung his practice sword, hard and relentless, and unblockable. Though perhaps that was a <em>normal</em> swing for the bear, which was definitely something to think about.<br><br>Devonna noted the way Malus' recruits were looking to the other veterans for guidance and approached the bear. "Malus," she called, before touching the bear on the arm. "Thank you for showing the new recruits the strength they'll have to consider when facing far larger opponents." She turned to the soliders and said, "I hope this was a valuable experience for you." She nodded at them, hoping to get the recruits to nod in agreement. She then turned back to Malus. "Assist the patrol groups with seeing to the perimeter." It was perhaps the most diplomatic way she could think of to diffuse the situation while saving face for everyone involved. <br><br>when Malus went off to his new assignment, hopefully feeling good about his training session, Devonna would smile at the recruits. She'd assign them to the five notable veterans she had observed. <br><br>She would let the rest of the veterans see to their recruits, but Devonna intended on a drilling schedule where she divided half the camp among Cain, Gregory, Dominic, Rose, and Mira for morning drills while the other half had breakfast. And then the groups would alternate. Though, it would really depend on the sort of drill in question, which made Devonna curious as to what the specialties of her veterans will end up being.<br><br>Devonna approached Cain, tapping the cat on the shoulder. "Things appear to be going smoothly," She said with a smile. "Do we have any messenger birds? Or are we going to have to train some messengers?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>02-10-2014, 19:33:00</strong>
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				Malus seemed to take his new orders with a brief grunt and a nod, seeming to take her words as they were rather than try and doubt any of them, seeming intent to check up on the towers and those on watch then, as per the orders. The others continued their part of the drills, practicing what was being taught though some with better success than others, but it seemed that everyone was getting at least the basics down even if it was hard to say if they'd remember it on the actual battlefield then.<br><br>Devonna's approach had the feline pause his strike and turn to face her properly, waving for the soldiers of his group to keep practicing as he rubbed the back of his neck a bit embarrassed look on his face. "We used to have a few birds in cages, but lets just say that we don't have messenger birds here now. Three birds is all we got in the cages, but after the cage got dropped by a pair of numbskulls who got to dig a new latrine for the mistake they made, well we lost the birds though they're probably back at the headquarters, but since they flew off without a message they haven't been returned yet." He seemed somewhat sheepish at admitting this. <br><br>"I think putting the pair of idiots that caused the first mess to train up as messengers would be a good warning for others, they're twins on that note." He gestured at a pair of fox-boys fighting with Rose at the time, seeming intent to try and overwhelm her as Rose kept parrying their strikes. All of a sudden, Rose's off-hand punched one guy in the guts and dragged him ahead tossing him to the ground besides her while her blade in turn struck against the blade in the hand of the still-standing fox-boy, causing it to fall to the ground where as the lad was shaking his hand and cussing. "Oh man up that was the flat of the blade!" She remarked sharply. "If you two want to try and challenge me again like that you best have the means to prove yourself worth the effort!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>03-10-2014, 05:18:40</strong>
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				Devonna could only sigh when Cain reported that their messenger birds had flown the coop due to having their cage dropped. "What does this camp have against birds?" she asked. Devonna watched the fox twins responsible for losing their birds attempt to engage Rose...and were soundly repelled by the vixen.<br><br>Devonna applauded, impressed by Rose's ability to take on both lads at once, and rather handily at that. She approached the trio of foxes, clasping Rose on the shoulder. "Good show," Devonna said before turning to the fox twins. "I understand the two of you lost our messenger birds. I have a message that needs to be delivered to headquarters--and you're going to deliver it. Make preparations to leave immediately. Stop by my tent to receive the message."<br><br>She made her way back over to Cain and said, "Wrap up the drills soon. If the lads haven't been fed, see to it that they are. Also, get a couple of them to boil water for a bath, I didn't get a chance to freshen up before leaving town earlier this morning." With that said, Devonna made her way back to her tent.<br><br>The message she would write would be to her immediate superior at headquarters. Devonna would thank her for the quality of the equipment sixteenth company had received. However, Devonna wouldn't beat around the bush; she would request for shields. <em>Holding lines will be difficult without even bucklers on our arms.</em> Devonna would write. In her letter, Devonna would also mention that their messenger birds had likely arrived at headquarters and will need to be sent back. <br><br>When the fox twins arrived, Devonna would hand them a sealed envelope with her wax seal. "Beeline for town and return as quick as can be. Assuming our birds are in the coop at headquarters, I expect they'll return with a reply. Any questions?" If the lads had questions, she would answer them. Once they were off, Devonna would stretch and look over the maps on her table, studying them closely while her tub was filled with warm water for her bath.<br><br>Once whoever was assigned to fill her bath was done, Devonna would ask them to go tell Cain to gather the veterans in her tent. Devonna fully intended on holding a meeting while she bathed. She couldn't help but tease her pent-up veterans. She justified the practicality by noting that there were only so many hours in the day and if she could multi-task, she should. Devonna would pull the modesty screen in front of the bathtub. She stripped down and draped her garments over the screen, positioning them just so to add further tantalization. <br><br>She eased herself into the hot water, letting it ebbed at her tired muscles and let her mounting cares drift away if only for a little while. The wolfess waited for her veterans to gather so that they could start the meeting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 19:52:19</strong>
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				Devonna's approach had the foxes salute her quickly, while Rose nod her head in acknowledgement smiling cheerfully but not saluting with a weapon in her hand and a few of her recruits looking like they'd want to try and challenge her still. She smiled to Devonna cheerfully though, nodding in turn and acknowledging the order. "I'll make sure they'll be there promptly." <br><br>Cain took the order to wrap up with a quick 'yes sir' reply that seemed practically trained in, pausing and nodding. "Or Ma'am, if you prefer." He smirked at this faintly but returned to the drills, though easing the movements down yelling folks for the final series to start. Nonetheless, as they were wrapping up, Devonna had the privacy to make the letter without interruptions but there was a set of footsteps approaching quick just outside the tent, before a voice rose. "Reporting as ordered, sir." The two fox lads stood there, saluting her, though their eyes seemed to drift to her tabard and her bosom beneath it, though listening eagerly at her orders.<br><br>"Yes sir, will do sir." The first of them said, elbowing his twin to stop staring as he took up the letter and bowed a littlte, hurrying off with the letter with a barely rushed "nothing to ask sir!" at the doorway as they rushed off, seeming hurried to flee before being scolded for that staring. Nonetheless, as they rushed off she was given a measure of privacy again, other than the fact her tub was awaiting.<br><br>Having the veterans summoned didn't take long, but as they walked in to see the modesty screen and the clothes on it there were a few opened mouths and incredulous stares given at the modesty screen. Nonetheless, Cain spoke up at the time. "Veterans of the company have gathered, ma'am." He spoke in a formal tone, military discipline showing through, though from the shuffling of feet they weren't standing at attention. Indeed, a few of them were trying to make out something through the screen, anything, given their pent up desires urging them forth. <br><br>The screen gave a vague shadowy outline through it, providing privacy while allowing some idea of what lay beyond, though the effects would have been probably all the more pronounced with a torch behind her and the bath to give a stronger shadow, but there was no denying that the screen would have lit to fire and vanished if the gazes cast at it could do as they wished and peer through.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 20:27:41</strong>
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				Devonna preferred 'ma'am' over 'sir', but would respond to either. When her veterans walked into her tent, Devonna could practically hear their silent bewilderment as they looked upon the screen and the garment that were draped over it. And the shadowed figure that moved behind the screen too. Credit to Cain; if his voice was anything to go by, he at least knew how to maintain his composure. <br><br>As Devonna bathed, she lifted her legs into the air, knowing full well the outline that it would create on the screen. She scrubbed herself down, making sure not to miss a spot. "I noted the drills went well. Dominic, thank you for passing on your swordsmanship. I will need time to see where all your specialties lay, but for now, I think for future drills I'll only need half of you. Dominic, Cain, Gregory, Rose, and Mira, you'll be the drill sergeants for now." <br><br>The wolfess switched up her legs, tending to the other one. "I've sent the fox twins with a requisition request for shields. Command has already been generous--you don't want to know what some of the other companies received--so I doubt they'll be willing to part with more. Until we prove ourselves, that is." Or rather, until Devonna proved herself, which she fully intended to do. "Until we have the equipment to actually diversify our force, everyone needs to know how to hold a sword and fire a bow." <br><br>Devonna paused, waiting to hear what her veterans had to say, if anything. She would then direct them to the table, to look on the maps. "You've been here a while longer than I; give me a report on our surroundings." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 21:06:02</strong>
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				The veterans seemed to be paying attention to her words, but the movement of her legs seemed to draw a few brief groans from the other side, as people sought to control themselves yet it was apparent that she was putting up quite a tease. They remained respectful though, listening and paying attention, not interrupting as he spoke, though there was a bit of movement as she named the five to take over the drill sergeant duties for now. Indeed, it seemed those five named moved to one side, while the others took the other side, grouping up again.<br><br>The mention of equipment was met with a short snort from someone, before Mira's voice could be heard. "There are some that get a cloth tunic with a symbol of the kingdom, as well as wooden spear with a iron tip. That's about it. They'll be useful against cavalry given they have longspears, but they'll be practically dead in case they have to fight swordsmen, archers, macemen..." The voice paused, before a small sigh followed after. "Of course that is not how all of them are equipped, but someone had the bright idea of making units with spears as their main armament and its just, a spear that is useful against mounted riders may be far too clumsy up close and personal, and having the longspears makes them a bit of a slower moving group even without heavy armors on them, so archers are a real threat to them." Mira's tongue halted once more after that.<br><br>The question about their surroundings, there was a short pause before Cain spoke up in turn. "The closest town has stone walls and is pretty well protected, but they have little more than a town guard to keep the drunks from starting up any real fights. If a serious skirmish took place near here, we would be sent to stop it most likely. There's a pair of counties with regular skirmishes within two day's march from here, so we'll probably be sent there when something occurs. Over here, our camp is at a hilltop overlooking forestal area so we are more likely to face foes up close at our home territory than we are at range, though the watchtowers give a chance to practice some bowmanship as necessary if we do get attacked somehow. Our wooden palisade should stop a smaller force and bottleneck them to our gate, but a larger force would force us to retreat to the town most likely, back to the stone walls. The local lord is a wolf, though a somewhat old man, and takes care of his people and tries to make sure the companies in the area, like ours, get a bit better gear given that skirmishes do happen pretty near to us. There's a small lake not too far from here, and a section of the forest that is marked forbidden on our maps. Fey, they say."<br><br>Pausing with that assessment, the feline man quieted down, before Rose cleared her throat. "Begging your pardon ma'am, but will you hold many of the meetings while bathing behind a wall? Because I'd like knowing in advance so I won't wear too tight trousers to it." Her statement was a bit blunt, quieting the room, but she spoke her mind openly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 21:35:17</strong>
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				From the way she spoke about armaments and armor, Mira was showing herself to be quite considerate of such details. Devonna would be needing a quartermaster, and Mira was showing herself to be a candidate for that. Cain meanwhile, was proving to be well versed in not only organizing the camp, but also having the most knowledge about their surroundings. He was shaping up to be second-in-command material, if Devonna saw any. <br><br>And then Rose spoke and brought a grin to Devonna's lips. "Would you prefer if I had the wall removed?" Devonna asked, curious as to what the already blunt-worded vixen would say. And the rest of her veterans. "I hadn't a chance to freshen up this morning and, well, I'm not one to just stew in a tub, not when there's so much work to do." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 21:49:46</strong>
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				There was a short pause but Rose wasn't quiet for long, chuckling faintly and shrugging. "Well honestly speaking yes, and if you don't mind the stares I think I speak for the whole lot of us. I don't know who in command thought keeping us from even visiting the town is a good idea, the twins are likely to deliver the message first but it may be they'll try and charm anything girly afterwards to get rid of the tension they're feeling. Though they know to return quickly with the answer, so they wont tarry for long." Rose's reply was calm and amused.<br><br>"Oohh, we get requests? Malus would like to see tits." The comment from that particular veteran seemed to quieten the room a bit, though Cain cleared his throat swiftly after. "Ahem, well now I can see the logic of saving time but admittably in the present circumstances the wall and knowing what goes on behind it does serve as a little distraction, but I imagine we'll grow used to it, or going without the wall, after a while." He remarked this somewhat seriously but was quickly followed along by Mira. "I'd see no harm in removing the screen, other than perhaps being occupied for a few minutes after the meeting in privacy afterwards."<br><br>Rose let out a short laugh at this while Gregory cleared his throat. "Well its an unusual topic but I would have to agree that while not necessarily the most expedient method of getting a point across on military matters, it would help with the tensions packed up by a camp of men and futas only." He tried to keep his tone formal, collected and respectful, but Rose had gotten their tongues a bit loose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 22:10:16</strong>
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				Messenger duty as a reward? Well, Devonna hadn't thought of that when she sent the fox twins off to deliver the message. Rose's rather forward response and the follow up input from several of the others made the wolfess laugh aloud. Oh my, maybe bathing during their first meeting together was even less of a great idea than Devonna knew it would be. While she assessed her veterans were good people, pent-up maybe, but still good people nonetheless, she was well aware that they outnumbered her.<br><br>"Gregory, it sounds like you would have me parade around the camp so that all of you can relieve yourselves," Devonna said, trying for sternness, but ended up laughing far too much to be taken seriously. "Oh my. I don't know what was more of an oversight: forming a company solely of futas and men, or assigning a female commander to said company." She shook her head and her veterans would behold the sight of her outline standing up in the bath and stepping out of the tub. <br><br>"My, my. All of you were eyeing me up the moment I got here," Devonna said. She shook herself, getting the excess water out of her fur. It was then that she pulled the screen aside, the panels folding in together. And there their commander stood, amble breasted and curvy with little muscle on her, speaking much to her role of tactician and strategist rather than fighter. Very much a lady and between her legs was nothing, but the mystical slit they had been so starved of. She would pull back her long, dark hair back, wringing it dry. "On the off chance that you're <em>not</em> going to jump me, can we continue?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 22:50:36</strong>
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				Gregory had the decency to look a little ashamed of himself at the time as Devonna's sternness reached out despite the laugh that followed, shaking his head a little as he sought to reply a little. "My apologies, perhaps it was a tad.. no, it was crude, not just a tad but.. the circumstances here are unusual, and have lead to some such complications. Perhaps it will ease up after we manage to show ourselves through skirmishes as dependable people and may have a chance to spend any leave we may be granted by commander in visiting the town." His tone serious, he sought to correct himself seemingly a bit distracted from paying too much attention to the rest of his surroundings.<br><br>Cain was the next one to clear his throat at hte comment of a female commander to the company having been an oversight, shaking his head. "I would say that you certainly hold everyone's attention, though I hope to prove we <em>are</em> better disciplined, once we manage to cool our heads. None of us ... expected the sight we had on entry..."<br><br>Then all talk quieted down as she made her way out of the bath, and even more so a breath rose swiftly and audibly as she pushed the wall aside, a row of men and futas watching her surprised, admiring her figure, gazing at it with obvious desire in their eyes, and yet showing enough discipline to try and jump her, although Rose wasn't the only one with tight pants at the sight. <br><br>"Uhm, yes commander, and the troops know to respect an officer so that isn't a risk..." At least not yet, not without her bending over to pick up something right in front of them. Yet they gazed upon her with such bedroom eyes, and still reigned themselves in. Though most of them dared not say much, lest they let something slip. <br><br>Other than Rose that was, who seemed to have no real worry about saying it. "Well if I may say so commander, we might not jump you, and we'll listen, but pardon us if we'll be making sure to come to all meetings promptly from now on." Her grin was full of mirth at this. They all moved closer to the table, looking up at her but waiting to hear what she had on mind to discuss then.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>04-10-2014, 23:11:59</strong>
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				Devonna half expected to be swarmed and bent over her table, but she smiled when she saw that she was in no danger of that--though she might not have been opposed to such a thing. Part of her even a little disappointed, but she knew that she couldn't present herself as being 'easy'. She saw the way they all looked at her though--held in place by discipline, but with their desire rather clear. If she hadn't introduced herself as their commander, no doubt she'd be on her knees then.&nbsp; Or bent over the table. <br><br>"Then I look forward to your prompt attendance," Devonna said to Rose, briefly touching the fox on the shoulder as she walked past. Devonna took her seat at the commander's chair and stretched, not at all concerned with her nudity. "If your pants are too tight," she said. "Then I can hardly blame you if you wish to loosen your belts and give yourself some attendance." Devonna smirked before directing her eyes to the map, taking note of what Cain had reported. <br><br>She knew of the recent skirmishes and battles, so she marked them on her map to get an idea of where the trouble areas were. Looking around the table at her veterans, she wondered if any of them were involved in the battle for that one town that left barely half a company of soldiers from the kingdom left by the time the dust settled. Devonna decided not to broach the subject, however. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 00:04:30</strong>
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				There was a bit of chuckling going on but despite the suggestion it seemed that the men considered their discipline more than the relief, though as for the futas, Rose was not too shy about it, lowering her pants to expose the thick shaft coming to rest against her thigh as she sighed, the pants lowered just enough to not have the thick, long pole crushed by the leather. Settled down on her seat she paid attention to the maps rather than the half-hard cock of hers, just letting it rest in the open air for now.<br><br>Mira was the one to stand close and point out the areas where fighting had gone on, while Cain pointed out two other camps in the area, though they were practically on the other side of town, pretty well removed from her position. "Last I heard, they received new commanders a short time ago or are getting them soon, the message of them being on approach was sent in advance by the Headquarters. Still, I think the names were mentioned... family names, that is... One being Pridemane, and the other being Whitefang." The feline shrugged slightly, not sure if either name meant anything to Devonna.<br><br>"I would like to note that there's a camp here.." Mira tapped the map on a spot marked only by a symbol indicating it was part of the forestal area. "..which we have mostly left be as it is. Its supposed to have room for a fourth company, but its been left to lay as it is. It stands in ruins, and was even removed from the map... but if there was trouble in the area, and the troublemakers were hiding from us, I'd look for them here." She smirked a hint.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 00:22:06</strong>
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				Devonna thought that more of her veterans would take her up on the offer to be...at ease, but only Rose took the offer. The wolfess, couldn't help but glance over and note the thick, though half-hard member. Oh, futas...how they made her swoon. Devonna listened to Cain report the positions of the other new commanders in the area. And her ears twitch at the mention of 'Whitefang'. She smirked, nodding. "Ah, yes. Whitefang. I know who that is quite well." Devonna's voice was more amusement than disdain, but there was certainly an edge to her tone. She briefly wondered if that stuck-up bitch got assigned a company of men and futa as well...now that would be amusing to see. No doubt she wouldn't be sitting naked before her veterans, that much was certain. Pridemane she was less familiar with, but the name was recognizable.<br><br>She thanked Cain and Mira for their information. "No doubt we could use the ruins for ourselves as a fall back point...though we should investigate it first," Devonna said. "Alright. I think I'm up to speed on our situation. Unless anyone has anything else to add?" She get up from her seat and walk casually over to the modesty screen. Her veterans would be able to get a look at her back side and swell of her heart-shaped bottom as Devonna reached for her undergarments and would <em>attempt</em> to get dressed, panties first, followed by stockings, skirt, and the rest. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 20:26:09</strong>
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				Mira seemed to be a bit thoughtful for a moment about the attempt to turn the place to a serviceable fall back point, but Cain nod his head in agreement. "It might be useful, especially if we can make certain there is some method of getting in there easily from the outside in case someone else tries to claim it and our hard work. Having our own hidden entrance would make such attempts a double-edged sword to any of our foes." He smirked slightly at this, earning a laugh from Jack who had been staying quiet till now. "Now that's damn right murderously backstabby of you! I like it!"<br><br>However, it was Gregory clearing his throat there next that caught them before that talk would spiral out of control. "I would like to remind everyone we're talking about a broken down, ruined campsite, when we have hardly the resources to keep our current camp going." His tone tried to keep a formal note to it, but was pointing out a problem with the idea which earned a groan from Rose. "So that means it'll have to wait a bit, but planning ahead isn't bad, eh? Like, I plan to have some fun with the memory of <em>that.</em>"<br><br>She smirked cheekily while gesturing at the lovely rump she was seeing, and witnessing Devonna slipping into her knickers had given a peek enough for her meat to stand stiff and no longer just half-hard but stiff as an iron battering ram it seemed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 20:49:29</strong>
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				"You bring up a good point, Gregory," Devonna said. Though she hardly intended on keeping the ruined campsite as another standing base, at least for right then. "But like Rose said, planning ahead isn't bad...and I practically heard you stiffening, you fox. Did you get enough of a look for your purposes?" Devonna smiled back over her shoulder. The wolfess straightened her skirt, still topless as she grabbed her blouse and tabard from the the screen, draping them both over the back of her chair as she looked at her veterans. <br><br>"I wasn't sure what to expect by calling this meeting...and conducting it in the manner that I did. But a commander should trust her officers. At the very least I can count on you to not rape me. Some of you might need a bit more leadership training, but I'm confident I can trust you with soldiers in the field. With that said, congratulations Cain; you're my second in command--you took to the role of organizing the camp before my arrival with ease and you have the presence to get people to listen. Everyone else...I'll assign you duties as soon as I figure out you'll be best suited for. Meeting adjourned. As you were." <br><br>Devonna slipped on her blouse and then her tabard and watched her veterans leave, eyes lingering on Rose, so far the most unapologetically open of the bunch. The only reason Devonna didn't conduct the whole meeting in the nude was that she felt some warmth bleed out into her cheeks...and knew that scent of her musk wouldn't be too far behind. Devonna would wait for the twins (and hopefully the camp's messenger birds) to return. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 21:48:30</strong>
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				"Almost good enough, mind bending over again?" Rose said cheekily, but her laughter following to show she wasn't seriously asking, just tossing it as a little tease back. Still, the veterans headed out while a few patted Cain on the back and the feline nod his head appreciatively, saluting at the entryway to the tent before leaving her to be. Nonetheless, as they cleared out she was given a measure of peace for a moment, before a new figure approached at the tent's entryway. "Oi!"<br><br>Stepping in, Rose brought with her a deep bowl of stew, as well as a bit of bread and a bottle of fairly cheap apple cider. "I brought your meal, officers don't get that much better than the rest of us but the cider's better than the water or the occasional watered down ale that keeps the men more relaxed." Her smirk was a bit playful as she moved to set them down on the part of the table where there weren't too many papers or maps, casting a look at Devonna again. Her pants snuggly hugging her package, the fact it fit in her pants now said something, though close up her scent had that of seed present as well, although none of it could be noticed near her food at least. <br><br>"The lads should be back in a while, but I figure even running as fast as they can it will take them a while, we're well out of shouting distance of the town after all. They dont want to hear us making a racket, and the lords dont want to have us training so close that we'd be losing men every night to brothels and bars only to have them sneak back in before the watch notices anything. With this distance, the 'unapproved leave' will be a lot easier to notice after all." Her smirk was a calm one, but she shrugged slightly at the time. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 22:01:24</strong>
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				"Thank you," Devonna said, when Rose set her meal down in front of her. However, the all too familiar scent of seed found itself to her nostrils...and Devonna couldn't help but take a sharp breath in. She looked down and saw that the fox's cock was snugly back in her pants. Devonna licked her lips and it wasn't for the stew. <br><br>"The mistresses and bar keeps must complain about the patronage they're missing out with such decrees," Devonna said. She didn't touch her meal just yet, as her eyes found the vixen's hands and fingers. "I'm sure the men and futa here certainly don't appreciate it. I imagine those twins will have silly grins on their faces if what you mentioned earlier proves to be true. Can't say I blame them for lingering."<br><br>Looking at her food, Devonna decided she wanted something for an appetizer. Without warning, the wolfess would grab Rose's hand and bring the palm flush with her nose. Devonna took a deep breath, wanting to breath in Rose's salty scent. Looking up at Rose, Devonna smirked. "So. What did you think about?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 22:09:29</strong>
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				Rose's eyes were following Devonna's movement, the vixen's tail swaying slightly as she appreciatively admired the figure she had seen fully exposed before, enjoying it even clothed but perhaps thinking back at how she had seen what lay beneath earlier. The words about the complains on the lack of patronage had her chuckling somewhat and grinning in agreement, but not raising her voice in answer. The mention of the twins had her actually chuckling again before a quick reply. "They might, if they hadn't dashed off in such a rush they'd forgot they haven't got the coin for the business." Her grin was a little wicked in itself at that moment.<br><br>Yet the grasp on her hands had her surprised, and the red fox's eyes widened at the moment she noticed the wolfess inhaling her scent, and particularily her naughty scent, a bit of a sultry smile playing on her lips despite a bit of a blush present as well. "Well given the length of time its passed since I saw one before you, I thought about what a sweet cunt and a lovely butt you have oh commander, and thought wicked thoughts about bending you over the bathtub and having my wicked way with you, pumping you oh so full of my seed and squirting everything that's been packed up in the sack into that lovely body of yours... I must have shot twice as much as I have in ages, with all of the excitement." She smirked proudly as she openly described her thoughts, not seeming to fear being reprimanded at the time having seen the smirk rather than an accusing tone and a serious expression as the question was brought up.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 22:21:59</strong>
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				Even Devonna had the decency to blush as Rose shamelessly revealed the fantasy she had about her commander while she tended to herself earlier. "Such a vivid imagination, you naughty vixen," Devonna said. She brought one of Rose's fingers to her lips and gently sucked on it, keeping eye contact the whole while. "Tell me: which of my holes were you emptying your heavy sack into?" <br><br>She stood up then, standing in front of her lovely futa subordinate. Before pushing the fox into the seat she had been seated in during the meeting. Giving Rose no moment of pause, Devonna climbed into the fox's lap, pressing their amble chests together. "Wanna know what I was thinking of? When you relieved your cock from the tightness of your pants in the meeting? I thought about getting up from my chair and getting down between you legs...and sucking you off in front of the rest of them~" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 22:37:51</strong>
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				"Who is to say I didn't plunder both of them? Of course having my way with such a delicious looking pussy would be the first thought on my mind, given how long its been, but that lovely curve of your rump would be seductive in itself as well, and I think I wouldn't mind being a little explorative, doing a bit of a comparison of what brings the most joy, or cum." Her smile a bit mischievious, she sat down as she was pushed.<br><br>The expression shifted to surprise as Devonna spoke her own thought, she stared a second before laughing warmly and shaking her head, grin appearing on her face quickly as she licked her lips and smirked. "Ohhh I bet that would have torn some pantseams as the others wouldn't have been able to hide their arousals then. Though testing their discipline might leave you with a sore behind sometime if you pushed it that much.. mmh..." Her hips shifted to rub the bulge of her pants against Devonna's crotch, not really hard yet but sizable enough to show, she brushed against the wolfess commander whilst pressing her bosom happily against her commanding officer's breasts. <br><br>"I might have saved up that seed if I had known I didn't have to send it to the soil by my own hand, but perhaps it was just the proper seasoning to wet your... appetite?" She smirked a little at the time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 22:52:09</strong>
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				Devonna groaned heatedly as Rose ground her hips up against her mound. Leaning in close, the wolfess said, "Is it bad of me that I wish everyone was a little less disciplined?" Devonna sucked lightly on the tip of one of the fox's ears.<br><br>"I half expected you to stay behind and ask me to suck your cock," she continued. "And guzzle down your seed. Or wear it. The bath water's still warm~" Devonna would then slip off of the fox, but wouldn't leave Rose with nothing. She'd press her lips to hers and kissed her sweetly...but wouldn't oppose a tongue asking for entrance to her mouth. <br><br>"I'm sure the whole camp would jump at the chance if I suddenly announced I would service all their needs," Devonna mused. "But I'm suppose to be your commander. As much as I would love one hundred cocks all to myself." She sighed. "I hope I didn't leave too...wanting? I can take responsibility if you need me to." She pointed to Rose's crotch and the cock that had started to stir again. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>05-10-2014, 23:01:44</strong>
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				"Hmm... no? I don't think it is bad. Naughty, yes, a bit rebellious, oh hell yes, it would make a pretty amazing sight though." Laughing amusedly at the time Rose licked her lips staring at Devonna with desire evident, her breath a bit shaky from the descriptive words, her pants tightening up obviously as the vixen grinned at watching her speak, answering the kiss with her own lips pressing to Devonna's own, slipping her tongue up to caress on the wolfess' lips for a moment before she parted from the kiss to grin slightly. <br><br>"mmh... I think rewarding the whole camp might leave you in a poor shape for a bit, but I don't think any of the men or futas would complain, other than that they can't wait for a repeat try.." She flashed a smirk at Devonna at this comment, though her fingers moved down to loosen her pants and leave the shaft free to push forth and stand to attention, the trousers having become too tight quickly as the shaft was firmly pressing up, showing the effect of their words and tease.<br><br>"Mmmh well how about you show me what you imagined doing earlier, and then I'll show you what I planned to do with your cute cunt afterwards? If the waters are still warm it should not take too long to clean up a bit, though I'd keep it mostly... inside... to not make too much of a mess." She smirked slightly while saying this, fingers brushing on her shaft as she lifted her hips a little, staying seated but showing her cock off to Devonna.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>06-10-2014, 04:42:00</strong>
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				Devonna gazed between the splayed legs of Rose, her eyes drawn to that thick shaft. The wolfess couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation. Rose had taken everything with a good natured smirk and given Devonna reassurance. When it came to sexual appetites, the wolfess was sure very few would be able to match her stomach. Of course, a company with of only cocks or a company with only pussies, it would have made little different to Devonna...though if given the choice, it was no contest for the wolf.<br><br>"But what if I want you to make a mess?" Devonna asked, smiling. She took off her tabard and unbuttoned her blouse, placing both on the back of her chair. Her eyes darted to the entrance of her tent. No doubt they would both have a lot to explain if someone walked in on them. And somehow the prospect excited Devonna more than it should have. <br><br>The wolf, now just in her stockings and skirt, got down between Rose's legs and smiled up at the vixen. She wrapped the shaft in one of her hands and slowly, began to pump it. As her hand traveled up, Devonna's tongue followed from the base of Rose's cock, licking up and up until she flicked off at the tip. No doubt the scent of seed was still fresh on Rose's tip and Devonna would breath it in before kissing the cock head. She let her lips linger and slowly brought the crown into her mouth. Looking up at Rose with playful eyes, Devonna gently began to suck, letting the fox enjoy the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>06-10-2014, 10:23:19</strong>
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				The musky odor of sex was strong around the shaft, the thick seed's scent lingering as well, with the wolfess' tongue quickly finding the bit of remaining taste off the head of the vixen's shaft. The groan rising from Rose's throat was followed by her fingers grasping onto the back of Devonna's head, her whispered words amused and sultry. "I think though that you'll inspire quite a loyalty if you go flashing your cunt a little bit, as well as showing skill with your mouth..."<br><br>Husky groan left her mouth quickly at the time, feeling the teasing of that lovely mouth over the shaft's head and the tongue's flicks and licks. Groaning at the kiss and squirming somewhat, she let out a growl in pleasure at the feel of the mouth covering the crown of her cock, the vixen's bosom lifted as she smirked down at the wolfess, ruffling on the commander's hair. "Mmmh, you like sucking a thick needy futa cock don't you, knowing anyone could drop in and see your ass shaking with need with your mouth full of meat. What would the men think I wonder, seeing their new commander enjoys cocks? I think they'd want to give her the best service they could, filling her cunt and ass until they could take no more cocks, pumping her just as full as her belly would be from the amount of cum splattered on her tongue and throat, and maybe a nice sticky coating all over the fur to add a cherry on top..." Her breath husky, the vixen began to paint a portrait with her words, growling with a need as the shaft's veined length throbbed at the tease of that lovely mouth, dripping precum into the mouth as her breath rose and fall faster.<br><br>"Such a lovely lusty mouth, I wonder if the taste of some good hard cock has your other lips drooling in hunger too, mmmh maybe I will have to find out, but first I need you to be a good cummander and suck on it, get me all aching and throbbing." Her breath shook, as footsteps could be heard just outside the tent. Quickly they neared the doorway, and the vixen's hand kept the commander's head to the crotch tightly, refusing to let her up even if she had wanted to. The footsteps then growing more distant without interruption, a chuckle leaving Rose's lips. "I wonder, did your heartbeat swiften at someone's approach, or did your panties soak at the thought of risking being caught? Mmm, someone seeing this might just decide to join in, flip up your skirt, tug your panties aside and mount you like a bitch, don't you think?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I recall a bit about possible liking of a bit of dirty talking, not exactly a great bit of it but tried to put something to the flow there.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 08:24:33</strong>
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				Devonna let Rose's spoken portrait drive her hunger and her sucking grew more earnest with each drop of precum that settled onto her tongue. The wolfess tensed when she heard the footsteps, give a wide-eyed gasp when Rose held her flush against her crotch. And then the footsteps steadily died away. Devonna pulled back and off of the fox's cock, gasping for air. Looking up at Rose, she could only smile, "If you can't smell my eager slit, then you're too focused on my mouth," Devonna said. Her musk might have wafted up, but Devonna definitely had wet and ready loins staining her panties. The taste of precum, Rose's words...the idea of being caught and then taken advantage of...it was everything a commander shouldn't have found such excitement in. But Devonna couldn't even bring herself to hate the idea that she was still horny girl at the officer's academy who did it often between the bookshelves of the library. <br><br>"It's true. I'd love to be pump full of cum from a hundred different cocks. To service my men as they serviced me. To be left in panting mess of cum in the middle of the camp grounds. But Rose..." She looked up at the vixen with a gentle, honest smile. "Right now, I just want to be filled with you~" She gave Rose a wink as she kissed her cock one more time before standing up and making her way over to the bath tub. Devonna bent over the tub, sticking her ass out and giving it a eager and needy shake for her the futa. Looking over her shoulder, Devonna said, "How about you flip up my skirt and mount me yourself?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-10-2014, 19:59:13</strong>
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				Smirking as she watched her commander, Rose licked her lips and grinned slightly at the end speaking in a husky voice with a hint of a purr to her tone. "Don't worry, I want to have you all to myself for a moment." Her steps brought her closer, the hand around her shaft giving it a few quick strokes as she grinned, staring at the lovely rump. Walking up closer, she reached ahead to grasp the said skirt to lift it up her back and to then pull her panty down to let it drop towards her knees. Staring hungrily at the slit before her.<br><br>"You got no idea how sexy you are right now, so long staring at the futa rumps and wishing they weren't packing a shaft like mine but a lovely cunt to fuck raw... of course, a sexy butt can do something but there's a certain delight in giving a good stretch to a wet horny pussy." Her fingers held her shaft at ready, smacking its head against the cuntlips from behind as her other hand reached to press on Devonna's back. "As for filling you, ohhh you can bet I am going to try my best."<br><br>Smirking warmly and giving a slap to the lovely rump before her, the vixen's shaft was brought to brush against the cuntlips again as she began to push, trying to slowly press her way inside at first, savoring the beginning of it, that throbbing, thick shaft pressing its head to wedge open the slit and start to lay the pipe, grunting between clenched teeth as she shivered. It was like she'd never had a woman before, such shivers and tension, in its own way a bit hilarious. If she was an example of just how pent up the camp was, it was a bloody wonder that they hadn't all charged at her and fucked her five ways to friday on the spot. <br><br>"Nnnnnmh..." She grunted and smirked, her hips swaying slightly to stirr her rod inside the honeypot more, pulling back and thrusting roughly ahead, seeming intent to plow her with a lusty urgency, hands squeezing and rubbing on that lovely ass while she made rough but somewhat slow thrusts against the buttocks and spearing her cock at the lovely pussy, trying to push her way inside a little further each time.<br><br>It was around that time that a set of footsteps passed by the tend near the edge she was at, a pair of voices audible. "...with a skirt, I wished for a gust of wind to see under but damn. I even tried faking and falling to peek under it but my foe was too focused staring to hit me so I could fake the fall in time." Another voice grunted and answered in turn. "Hey, ease up we're too close to her tent, but yeah I'd pitch a tent for her alright..." <br><br>As the steps drew off Rose was smirking, a hand held roughly up over Devonna's mouth at the time, her other hand resting on Devonna's hip as she drew a deep breath then thrusting herself against the wolfess, the vixen's throbbing shaft seeking to spear her with its entire length, a growl to her ears showing that the vixen was starting to let her instincts take over.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 08:11:39</strong>
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				The wolfess let out a gasp of sheer delight when Rose smacked her ass. A shiver of anticipation coursed through Devonna as she felt the girth rubbing against her pussy. She looked back at Rose, panting eagerly and as the fox began to push herself inside, Devonna bit down on her lip, doing what it took to keep herself quiet in case anyone else was in the immediate vicinity. She bucked her hips back, meeting the fox's thrusts as she let pleasured, haggard breaths escape her lips. Just as Rose was enjoying Devonna's tightness, Devonna and her cunt enjoyed Rose, wrapping all the more around the fox's thickness like a vise. <br><br>Just when Devonna thought she might have allowed herself to be a bit more vocal, a new set of footsteps near the side of the tent she was currently facing...if it weren't for Rose's hand over her mouth, Devonna might have betrayed herself. Her hips continued to buck against Rose, all on their own, while the wolfess listened to what the passing soldiers were talking about; no doubt they were just a small sample of what the whole camp had on their minds...and Rose would feel Devonna tighten up all the more at the thought.<br><br>Just as Rose gave herself over to her instincts, so did Devonna. Her breasts bounced and swayed over the bathtub and her hips moved in time with Rose's thrusts. The wolf moaned against Rose's hand, letting herself go wild while her sounds were muffled. Rose had Devonna completely filled with her meat and Devonna wouldn't have it any other way as she bounced against her late-morning lover. It wouldn't be long before Devonna arched her back and her pussy squeezed all the tighter around the plundering cock. Devonna peaked, moaning a muffled howl into Rose's hand as she squirted against the side of the bathtub. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>08-10-2014, 19:38:43</strong>
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				There was a slight growl rising in Rose's throat as she held her hand to Devonna's mouth, thrusting in a rutting eagerness against that lovely bottom, driving her throbbing futacock against the wolfess' slit, pounding away at her with the vixen's bosom bouncing at the eager thrusts as she sought to spear herself to the rising mound, grunting and groaning as the throbbing shaft twitched splattering precum to her at the bucking and feeling the tightening had her almost groan out cream the wolfess then and there.<br><br>It didn't take much more though, her instincts had taken over at the moment they had the meeting to themselves, the vixen's urgent hips driving against the woman before her with a rough urgency feeling the arching and squeezing beneath her she bit onto the side of Devonna's neck lightly, growling as her teeth just brushed the skin yet her shaft twitched, bulging and then splashing a veritable rush of thick creamy seed deep within the wolfess' mound, her rutting thrusts stirring the already spilling seed deeper, trying to stuff her like a turkey and fill her up to the very brim, pounding away and growling a bit more, a little longer, a rough savage finish with those harsh thrusts splattering her spunk all over the inner walls. <br><br>Panting and pistoning slowly with forceful, strong pushes, she seemed intent to stuff and drive ahead her seed towards the womb at the end, before finally pulling her cock outside of that lovely slit and letting go of Devonna's mouth and neck. Her hand rose to smack on the wolfess' rump and then draw two fingers against her cuntlips, seeming to breathe deeply on the scents and look at her handiwork at the pounded pussy. "Mhh, so sexy and I bet every man and futa in the camp would love seconds... sloppy or not.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 06:40:56</strong>
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				Devonna let out a delighted cry as she was utterly filled with Rose's seed; the wolfess, in her pleasure haze, allowed herself to indulge in the sticky warmth coating the length of her slit and being pushed into her womb. Her tired hips bucked back slowly, instinctual, meeting those rough thrusts with elated whimpers. Devonna let out last squeal of delight as she was woken from her pleasure haze by Rose's palm. <br><br>"Given what those two passing recruits were saying," Devonna said. "I certainly don't doubt it." She turned around and slipped off her skirt and lowered panties. Devonna leaned in close and smirked at Rose. "If you were really trying to make me pregnant, Rose, I should inform you that I've been drinking a steady course of Maiden's Tea since the start of officer's training. ...though the sentiment is awfully sweet." The wolfess smiled and pressed her lips against Rose's sweetly, though not long enough to let it evolve into anything more.<br><br>Devonna climbed into the bathtub once more, the temperature more lukewarm than she would have preferred, but she'd be able to deal with it. "Get the screen for me?" Unless Rose had anything to else to say, Devonna would let the fox go. Though if Rose wanted to stay and hang out in the tent, Devonna wouldn't have objected--though she would waste any time getting herself clean again. Either way she'd make quick work of washing up and getting dressed again. Even if her food had been cooled, Devonna wouldn't care too much--after all she quite the bit of warmth inside of her already. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-10-2014, 19:38:56</strong>
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				Smirking a hint at the time Rose did not leave the room, though she moved the screen back in place allowing Devonna to clean up abit there. As she moved to eat, the vixen finally bowed her head and headed out to leave Devonna to relax by herself. It still took a little while longer, after she had eaten, before the two messengers returned panting as they finished their run, saluting quickly. "Reporting as ordered, we have a written reply, and a second letter of assignment, for your eyes only." The twins each held out a scroll, one looking like a simple short letter, another a thicker envelope that was carrying the wax seal of the headquarter's military orders. <br><br>"Ummh, if there's nothing else we'll return to our tents to rest abit. Annnnd uh, we brought a cage of pigeons each, they're being put aside away from our reach right now though." Smiling sheepishly, the two twins flashed a bit of a grin towards the end of their statement. "Umm, is there any chance we need to run another message sometime soon? We forgot to take gold with us while visiting the town and thought we'd take care of, ahh, something else as well, but uh we didn't have the coin so we just ran the message and waited though it was wasted time as they had to think a while before having a reply to send back."<br><br>The two of them looked at Devonna hopefully.<br><br><hr>Once the letter was opened, Devonna was greeted by a simple enough, but formal answer which was written to state that <em>'the company you were assigned to was already given improved gear compared to some other graduates, there are no free shields or even bucklers to offer at the time with the other skirmishes having called for heavier equipment and reinforcements even. We can only offer a chance to draw attention to yourself and your company by an assignment, and perhaps with some prestige to your company's name a request will go through to the higher ups.'</em> <br><br>So, it was a no, but one with a bit of a reason hinted at and a possibility for a change later. The bigger letter in turn had a drawing of two figures, one a red-scaled, small-horned dragonian man with three cuts along his face, one of them over a silvery-grey eye that was probably blind. The other drawing of a stuck-up snobbish mouse-gal in a dress, nose lifted in a snooty fashion. There was also a map of the nearby border and the hostile areas in there, along with a marked campsite, and beyond those, a small drawing of a crude outline of a campsite, tent placements, and a pair of wooden buildings too at the heart of the place.<br><br><em>'This assignment is two-fold: The baron's niece is travelling from one camp to another inspecting them, improving troop morale by being visited by a person in high standing in the barony, as well as allowing her to sound out the loyalty of their commanders in passing. She is a non-combatant, but her capture would force the baron to make some concessions in return for her safe return. The second objective is the camp-commander portrayed here. He is a former graduate of our officer training who was captured, and went rogue deciding to serve the baron instead of staying loyal to our realm. He is a traitor and deserves a traitor's death, for his loose tongue has already cost us several once trusted spies in the enemy ranks. Accomplishing either of the assignments is bound to earn prestige, completing both would earn a fair share of notice. The campsite is close to the border and has been a place of conflict before. The schedule suggests you have 3 days to prepare for the task, but the journey itself will take twelve hours of marching and is likely to tire the men out somewhat. We leave it to you to determine if you will take this opportunity. Delays are likely to cause missing the baron's niece but the commander is unlikely to be moved unless the attack fails and alerts our foes that he might still hold enough interest for them to put an effort to keeping the traitor safe.<br><br>-Alphonse Ashwood.'</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>10-10-2014, 03:29:24</strong>
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				Devonna took the scrolls from the twins, finding their symmetry to be more than a little adorable. The wolfess pulled out the message from her immediate superior while the twins eagerly asked for further messenger assignments. It didn't take much for Devonna to see through their request and she couldn't help but smile a knowing grin at the foxes. "You know you were assigned the duty of messengers as a punishment, yes?" Devonna said as she shook her head and laughed. "We have the birds back, so I will be using them to send messages. ...though if something really sensitive needs to be delivered, I'll think of you two." <br><br>No doubt they'd be a little disappointed, but Devonna wasn't there to grant their every wish. Besides, it would be a shame if they were looking at other woman than her. Devonna would dismiss the fox twins and would read the messages they brought back. <br><br>The answer from her immediate superior was exactly as Devonna expected--her company had already been given higher grade materials than her peers' companies. For company of a top of the class graduate, what 16th company already had was all the kingdom was willing to risk on an unproven field commander. Her troops wouldn't be happy to hear this but they couldn't say that she didn't try. Devonna took a look at their orders next. <br><br>The two-fold assignment already had Devonna watering at the mouth. It was a chance for not only her to prove herself, but an opportunity for her soldiers as well. She intended on accomplishing both tasks, capturing the baron's niece and slaying the traitor. The wolfess inspected the map of the border, taking note of the hostile areas, intent on plotting a course to the camp that would guarantee her troops the safest passage. A twelve hour journey...Devonna had to take into account that if she was going to move her whole force that she would have to take into consideration that they might be spotted. Staying in the area for longer than necessary would be less than ideal. But she had an idea of how she wanted to handle this. They would capture the camp and ambush the baron's niece. Devonna would ask for her veterans to assemble in the tent; they had some planning to do. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 20:58:52</strong>
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				The summons got the group of ten veterans into her tent in a hurry, with Mira looking at Devonna curiously, sniffing the air intently for a moment and smirking at the doorway before walking in. Rose smiled a hint smugly but said nothing, smiling at Devonna nonetheless. Cain and the others seemed oblivious to any lingering scents if there were any, but it might just be that Mira's heritage gave her a particularily strong sense of scent to catch a hint of something others no longer noticed.<br><br>"Ready and waiting, Commander, I take it you received a reply from the headquarters?" Cain saluted while speaking for the veterans, a smile on his face but his expression otherwise like his pose, strict and ready for business at hand, seeming intent to live up to the expectations his new position gave. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 21:22:33</strong>
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				Noting Mira sniffing the air and looking her way, Devonna gave the serpent a wink. The wolfess was of course sensitive to the residual scents of sex--part of the sex was hers after all. It seemed that Rose and Devonna's earlier antics would remain a secret for the moment. <br><br>Devonna smiled at Cain, seeing that the feline was intent on being the lieutenant commander he had been assigned as. Nodding her head, Devonna said, "I did indeed. Our request for shields has been denied. According to headquarters we've already been given the finest equipment they can spare on an unproven company. Which leads me to the second bit of news: we have an assignment." Devonna would outline the parameters of the assignment, setting the map that had also been delivered on the tap for her veterans to see. "My intention is to capture the camp before the baron's niece arrives...and then we ambush and capture her. Simple enough. And we have the advantage in numbers to boot. We have to ensure that the traitor dies, however. And that no messengers from their camp manages to escape. The last thing we need is a company or two of barony soldiers at our heels. Thoughts?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 21:58:08</strong>
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				Cain leaned over the table and looked at the maps, frowning slightly and speaking up. "Sixty men against our hundred. That's good. They have their own walls there. That's bad. They aren't exactly sitting on a hill but amidst the wilds. Good. They got a bit of a empty stretch of land between their walls and the woods. Bad. Now, that all in mind, I see no signs of second gate on this image, no signs of guard towers either."<br><br>His voice seemed to raise a thought in the others, with Gregory grunting first. "They're trapped like rats, and blind. They don't have people watching around unless they're outside the camp. If we cover the entrance they have no way out." <br><br>At this point Mira hissed slightly. "I think having ten or twenty people with bows watching the entrance would keep any runners from escaping even if the rest charged in. Having maybe five around the back with bows in hand in the woodline would let them snipe out any that might try and climb over the walls."<br><br>Rose chuckled a bit but showed a bit of a smirk playing on her lips at the time. "I would say that if we wanted to be cruel, we could even have a few people climb into the trees nearby and rain down arrows from beyond their walls. Our bows are sturdy and we can force them to come to us probably. There is a risk of killing the one we are supposed to capture, but if we can waylay her before they get to the camp, all the better. Hmm, we might try and see if we can make ladders, or throw ropes with some hook tied to the end over the palisade to climb up over it. Alternatively, making our way through the main gate would mean they face us with larger numbers on the immediate moment but we could overwhelm them with the amount of folks we got. There's no real information here on their gear but it doesn't seem anything special from what is here to be seen." <br><br>Cain looked up at Devonna seriously and brushed his chin, his tail swaying behind him slightly as he spoke up seriously. "We'll walk with you Commander, and we can definitely do this. We strike hard at them and destroy the whole company, looting what we can and getting on the road fast afterwards. I imagine whatever pursuit may come after us, will have to wait till they are aware of what has happened, and that wont happen until hours later when the niece doesn't show up to her next destination to inspect them. A messenger sent to the camp would see the ruin there and return, but by that time we ought to be safely away. Unless they have riders, or we manage to cause a fire, or they have messenger pigeons." That thought made him pause. "I'd like to repeat the idea of stationing some with bows ready outside the camp, both to watch for anyone escaping but also to shoot down any messenger birds trying to fly away." His expression was grim at this.<br><br>Mira snickered a moment and then nod her head. "I have a rabbit in my troop. Futagal with a bit of a scary look in her eyes. She impressed me with her show of skill before though. Shot a wild hare from the distance right through the neck. Asked her if its weird for her to eat some wild hare. She asked me if its weird for me to kill a wild snake trying to bite my ankle." She smirked a hint at that. "Pretty cool one, might be suitable for actual archery company as a veteran later if we gotta let some go eventually." She shrugged a bit at this but looked at Devonna with a hint of a smug expression on her face at providing a possibility.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>12-10-2014, 22:32:21</strong>
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				Devonna listened to her veterans as they looked over the map and gave her suggestions. She had already considered much of what they were telling her, but it was good to know they were on the same page. "My intention is to attack either at twilight or first light of the day. If they've no watch towers, we can close the gap from the woods to their gates with little chance of arousal. Not to mention the time would likely have them off their guard, if only a little. Get your rabbit archer, Mira, to scout out other snipers we'll need to silence priority targets, runners, and messenger birds. I want them posted in the trees--that will give them more cover." Casting her eyes to the gate of the encampment, Devonna tapped her chin. "Our first goal is to sow chaos in their camp before attacking them proper. If our snipers could kill the traitor first, then they'll be without their command, or at least the top of its structure. This gate will serve as a good bottleneck--fill them full of feathers before they can even get close. We'll then draw swords and mop up the rest." <br><br>Maintaining a line would be difficult without shields, but Devonna wasn't going to lead her troops into a melee if she didn't have to. "Depending upon the state of the camp afterwards we can either make it presentable or waylay the baron's niece on our march back home. Mira," Devonna turned to the serpent again. "We leave at dawn. You have until then to find us our sniper group. Hooks and ladders may be needed. See what we can do about hooks, but we make our ladders if we need them when we're close--there's plenty of trees around. We march a full day tomorrow, sleep early and arrive at our destination. We'll take actual stock of what we have to deal with and we'll adjust accordingly. Any questions or other comments?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 17:58:58</strong>
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				Cain seemed to shake his head after a glance at his companions. "No immediate ones at least. We'll get the men ready." Mira nod her head in turn. "I'll have the archers gathered up and ready for inspection when we reach our destination, to let them put up a show of skill." They hurried off to relay the orders, allowing the camp the peace of resting for the night here before they'd get on the move. As they were heading out, Mira cast a brief look back and smirked faintly, while Rose chuckled and headed out with a sway to her own hips at the time.<br><br>Devonna had a brief bit of silence in her own tent to ready herself for the bed, and the early morning march that was ahead then, but a voice rose up near her tent's doorway soon enough. "Mind if I step in for a moment, Commander?" There was a short pause, before the doorway was moved, and Mira stepped in. Her scaled skin smooth, her pants hugging her figure closely, the top holding the curve of her bust marking her a futa rather than a male. She smirked faintly while looking over at Devonna, stepping somewhat closer.<br><br>"I could not help but wonder about a particular rich scent in the air, a scent most pleasant and hard to come by in this place. I wonder, Commander, is there any way I might persuade you to allow this lowly veteran the delight of inhaling the rich scent straight from its source?" She spoke a bit directly, but she made no suggestion of blackmail, no forced insistency, nor groveling and begging either. She came out with her request a bit privately, but at the same time rather open about her curiosity. "I am said to be fairly good with my tongue if that would help tip the decision in my favor...?" She continued, but smiled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 21:54:34</strong>
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				They were limited to what they could safety execute, but the terrain around their target afforded them some good options. As her veterans left to make preparations, Devonna felt confident about their current plan. The rest would about minimizing the risks as they made their March and took actual stock of the objective. <br><br>Devonna was still pouring over the maps when Mira arrived back the commander's tent. Listening to the proposal Mira made, Devonna couldn't help but smile. Rising up from her seat, the wolfess' tail stroked the serpent's chin. "My, my. I knew this would be trouble," she said with a smirk. "You make a compelling offer, dear, but I must decline...as much as it pains me. Tell you what.&nbsp; On our return from the mission, what if I offered more than just a mere taste, hmm?"<br><br>It was Mira's offer to accept or decline, but Devonna was too focused on the matters at hand to let herself lay back and be seen to. "Have our snipers been selected? " Back to business before she would wish Mira a good evening. She had made the offer so sweetly too. Sighing, Devonna readied herself for bed and for an early morning. They marched at dawn. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 21:12:49</strong>
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				Mira listened to Devonna's words thinking them over and nodding her consent to them. It didn't seem that the rejection came as a total surprise to her by any means, but she wasn't discouraged, but seemed actually pleased about the chance being offered, even if later than she had asked for it. "I will have to try my best to show its worth it, then." She smiled and saluted, before leaving the tent to allow Devonna to catch some privacy and rest then.<br><br>The night fell and the darkness covered the camp, but the guards kept watch and no alarms were raised during the late hours. The night's passing left the camp fairly well rested, greeting the first dawn with a new commander having slept in their campgrounds, though there was more than a little grumbling when the shouts of the veterans roused the men from their slumber, ordering them to get ready for the march, the packing that was taking place in a hurry and the harsh 'move it, move it, move it!' that accompanied the orders there. The people in charge were putting a fire under their asses in a sense, rushing them onto the move without much mercy. Veterans recalled their own reluctance to get up and on the move, and made sure to let none slip back into the arms of morpheus, but demanding them to stay awake till they couldn't fall asleep again.<br><br>Nonetheless, from the hustle and bustle the camp was being prepared for the march in a fast manner already, and the men stood ready by the early hour, just waiting for their commander to give the word to get on the move.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>15-10-2014, 21:50:18</strong>
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				Devonna awoke early with the rest of her men. As she slipped on her armor and clothes, the wolfess yawned away the last bit of sleep and erotic dreams--Mira's visit before bed and Rose's midday delight had left the commander with quite the impression in her dreams. Devonna gathered her maps and slipped them into the scroll case she had on hand. This was their chance for recognition,&nbsp; and her chance to prove that she could do this. <br><br>The commander was pleased when she exited her tent and found 16th company read to go. Smiling, she ordered the troops to move out. Devonna would take the front, assigning Cain and Rose to her left and right. She put Mira, the rabbit sniper and the fox twins on scouting duty, moving ahead of the main force to spot any potential snags in their travels. Nick, the badger and Gregory were assigned to the back and the rest would be part of the general ranks. <br><br>She had a speech in mind to give to her troops before taking to the battlefield.&nbsp; They were still without a proper name, though they would fly the banner of the kingdom. Devonna had run mock battles, but this would be her first battle. Some would have been uneasy at the idea and Devonna would be lying if she said she wasn't,&nbsp; but the excitement was quickly weighing out her concerns. This was chess with live pieces, and Devonna always won with few pieces lost.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>17-10-2014, 20:16:55</strong>
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				The forces were ready to move and as Devonna stepped out she found men and futas saluting. They knew that it was both a trial for their commander and for them, and were eager to prove themselves, many of them no doubt thinking about rewards like some leave and gold to visit the brothel in town if they could make a good enough impression to the higher ups. The better gear would be good and welcome too of course but for them, after living so long without, that seemed to be the most important thing of them all.<br><br>As Devonna lead the group onwards, Cain and Rose took care of the flanks to make sure they'd be ready for any eventuality. Nonetheless, as their march began it started to seem that nothing was going to interrupt their march. A few hours passed and a few stomachs growled, but they kept marching knowing a meal would be prepared from their rations when they would take a pause, for now, they seemed content to keep moving, dreaming of the reward. <br><br><em>"As soon as we complete this mission with triumph I am going to take all my gold and get myself a girl. Maybe two! I mean, I can't really expect to charm some lass while being this busy but ladies of negotiable virtue should make it a celebration."</em> One of the men was chattering abit loudly behind Devonna as the forces marched, though a few others tried to shush him, though the man snorted at this and raised his voice the same level as earlier as he kept going. <em>"Oh lighten up, surely the commander wont take my head off for saying what's on my mind, and besides thinking about it, ahhh it takes the fatigue right out as I think of what lays ahead."</em> He snickered, though earned a few glares to shut up before he got them all in trouble, yet it seemed to raise the morale a bit amongst those men. <br><br>Similar bit of unprofessional chatter went on here and there, but it kept mostly quiet and they were keeping in order. Cain seemed to eventually tire of the chatter and put the men to sing a marching song, but his choice was perhaps a bit poor choice. <br><br>"We boys know how the lords get cheer,<br>they sit on their asses and drink moldy old beer,<br>but I swear to you that the life of a grunt,<br>gets better with a paycheck traded for cunt,<br>We fight for our kingdom and we fight for the flag,<br>and the right to make the most boisterous brag!"<br><br>There was a bit of merriment going on here and there but their march carried on without real problems for several hours, but eventually Mira returned in a bit of a rush, growling slightly and making her way to the commander. "There's a farm ahead with road leading past it towards the enemy border, but ah, the farmer is a stubborn old billy goat that hates the kingdom and has a good aim. Marching forces past him and along the road will put us in his sights but I'm not sure he'd dare to attack so many of us. Still, the guy's nuts and he just might. We can go around, or if you order it we can subdue him for our passing. Its still attacking a civilian, even if an unruly one, and figured I'd ask before acting." She seemed a bit annoyed to bring such bad news but it seemed a few men were whispering to one another if they could take a shor break to piss and rest their legs, maybe eat a bit, if they had to stop and wait for a moment anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 19:21:33</strong>
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				It took most of the willpower Devonna had not to laugh at the soldier behind her as they talked about what they would do with the gold they'd earn..and the others telling him to shut up since he's within earshot of their commanding officer. She'd turn her head briefly, the smile evident on her lips, "Talk all you want of after. But if it affects your ability in the 'now', then we're going to have problems." Devonna discovered in the academy that people generally were more willing to comply willingly if you didn't rule them with an iron fist. As long as their swords were sharp and their minds clear and level-headed when push came to shove, Devonna really couldn't have cared less. If the men could keep their own spirits up, it was less work on her.<br><br>The balance of being as men and futa will do and being appropriate in front of their female commanding officer would have had Devonna on the ground in stitches. She kept it together for appearances sake, but she could only imagine how some commanders, such as a certain white wolf, would react to Cain's choice of marching song. <br><br>When Mira returned to her with the scouting report, Devonna tapped her chin thoughtfully. "I'd rather not divert our route on the whim of a single billy goat. If he attacks us, then it's treason--he's in our borders." But it wasn't like the goat could brag that he diverted Devonna's forces if he didn't know of their passing to begin with. It was a power play mostly. Not to mention billy goat's known dislike of the kingdom was rather indicative of rather undesirable behavior--especially if he had the inclination to fire on kingdom forces.<br><br>"We're going to need the road if we want a quick escape after our mission...and if the goat is traitorous, then I'd rather placate any charges of civilian mistreatment by bringing him in for trial. Pull back the scouts, we'll go around for now. But on our way back, I have something in mind. How much opportunity for cover does the farm have?" <br><br>It was planning for later, but if they had a squad of snipers on hand, then it wouldn't be a question of how they would deal with the situation. For now she would call for a break in the march, let her troops take care of their business. She would chart their route through the forest with her maps. It wouldn't be that much longer of a detour, but it was inconvenient nonetheless. Oh well. She had less time for civilian nonsense at this stage of the journey. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>18-10-2014, 20:05:36</strong>
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				There was a murmur of agreement as people sat down, some removing their boots to air their feet, and a few fellows laughing they could've kept walking a while still while others telling them to shut up and stop bragging. A general relaxation took place for a moment as she examined the map. There weren't too many landmarks to make sure they wouldn't get lost in the woods, but if they only aimed to go around the farm, they could follow a hillside not far away, and return to the road when the hillside curved to another direction later. It would force them to a path through rougher terrain, and it was possible someone might trip and hurt an ankle or two, but it would take them around the place without any other trouble.<br><br>Cain approached her with a faint redness on his cheeks. "My apologies commander, the men are easily a bit bored when on a long march and they're used to being loud, trying to get them to curb some of it means giving in to letting them be loud when it shouldn't be a problem. So with your permission I'll keep them singing when we aren't too close to our foes still." He seemed a bit hesitant, having given permission and even suggestion before confirming with her, but at the same time it seemed to have done wonder for that section of forces at least.<br><br>Nonetheless, as she was finishing her checking on the map there was a resounding smack as one of the futas had just... <em>cock-smacked</em> a man in the ranks and was stuffing her sizable equine length back to her pants as she grunted. "Just because I don't show it as clear as some doesn't mean I am a gal hiding as a futa you twit, next time you make such a moronic suggestion I'll stuff it up your arse to make sure you know I'm a futa!"<br><br>The guy's friends laughed at it while the canine lad looked more gob-smacked than anything, sitting on his arse on the ground as the futa-horse stormed off on a foul mood. <br><br>Mira had shaken her head at the things going on before finally answering, having thought the answer over carefully for a bit before Cain had arrived to interrupt her thoughts and keep her from answering right away. Smiling, the serpent-gal spoke in a serious manner there then. "The fields towards the kingdom extend out to about six hundred feet, where as his place is built near the road but has a width of some nine or ten hundred feet away, all of it cleared up to farmland. To the other direction from the house, along the road taht is, he only has some two hundred feet before meeting the forest line. He has a thick fence around the place that is no doubt to keep feral rabbits and the like from trying to get to his vegetables. Its a sizable farmstead, this far out especially. The fact its in poor shape doesn't speak well of him either, he may be in the frontier but if he cant keep people there working the land then it will not produce as much and some good fertile land is going to waste. Given its downhill from some higher landscape, it ought to also be a good place for water to flow into so the soil should be moist, and the nearby woods keep the ground richer."<br><br>Clearing her throat a moment she then continued. "I saw a plow without a horse left on the field on the side closer to the enemy lands, the barony, so maybe a hundred feet dash from the fence to the plow and from there to the house. The house itself is a large enough place to hold a few people at ease, but I saw only a crude barn to the side, not suitable for animals really, rather one for the harvest perhaps. No silo so it isn't grain he is supposed to be growing but the fields are in bad shape so as I said I am not sure what he is supposed to produce anyway."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 11:36:33</strong>
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				"Cain, really, it's no trouble," Devonna reassured her second in command. "You've spent more time with these soldiers; you know how to keep their cheer up. We'll need to limit the rowdiness to a minimum tomorrow, but today is fine." <br><br>And no sooner after Devonna finished saying that, did she turn around to see a fine specimen of a equine cock being stuff back into the pains of its futa owner. Devonna blinked, and gulped down the urge to lick her lips. She had actually never been with a horse now that she thought about it...and now the prospect excited her. <em>I wouldn't mind if you proved to me you were a futa...</em> the wolfess thought before Mira's report on the farm's surroundings snapped her back to focus. <br><br>Devonna filed away the report mentally. She wouldn't be utilizing the information until their return journey. "An approach from the woods sounds more ideal. And more than doable for a small squad. We'll keep that in mind on the way back--we're not going around with the baron's niece in tow; time will be of the essence then. For now, we'll take this route." She pointed out the way around the nearby hillside. "We won't get lost this way...just tell the men to be mindful of their steps. Last thing we need are twisted ankles." <br><br>Devonna would inform the rest of her veterans of the new route and to brief their squads on the new terrain. Once they were ready, they'd move out. They would have to march an extra hour to make up for the detour, but Devonna doubt it would make too much of a difference at that point. She would monitor her soldiers though, nonetheless.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 20:26:55</strong>
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				The detour didn't please the men too much but taking the path into the wilds and off the road didn't raise any actual complaints, only some quiet grumbling. Nonetheless, the walk in the wilds was accomplished without a real problem, going around the old goat's home without raising any alarm this way. With the troops seeming intent to mutter, Cain raised his voice to start another bit of a song once they were a bit away. Bawdy and a bit on the suggestive side, the song portrayed the life of a farm girl coming to town and ending up a bar wench, good natured and friendly but easily tricked and ending often with a sore rump and a bit of coin to her name. <br><br>The song seemed to amuse the men and futas at least, but at the time they were moving back on the raod and continuing along to head to the horizon. It would be hours later before they came to the point where forcing the men to march any more might be met with protests and sore feet. Still, a good eight hour distance was crossed off the list, and it only took abit over nine hours of marching. The men were a bit tired and groaning in their steps, but Cain and the other officers kept things in check.<br><br>It was at that time that Mira stepped up with news. "There's a glen ahead with some fresh water available from a large pond, and a separate section a bit further off that might as well be used for bathing. There's a clearing big enough to house a few tents at least, if we make a camp here for the night, and let the men relax a bit after the march. Or we can press on and see if they're able to press on for how long before fatigue sets in and we gotta settle down into whatever shelter we may find at that point." She looked at Devonna seeming to wait if they'd be on the move still soon, if it was a mere stop to rest the feet for a moment or a full out pause for the night that they had ahead. <br><br>A bit further off, a familiar vixen was checking up on her own men to make sure they were okay after the march so far, seeming content. All in all things looked good, everyone seemed to be accounted for an they'd covered the eight hour distance of march that was usually expected from a force to reach in a single day's worth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 20:46:36</strong>
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				Devonna knew little of marching songs, but the commander was getting the sneaking suspicions that the rallying songs to inspire soldiers to think themselves as of the kingdom were a very small percentage of the songs out there. And Cain had likely given up on selecting a song that wasn't suggestive. Not that the wolfess minded, she just found the whole situation more than a little amusing.<br><br>After nine hours of marching, Devonna was quite pleased about the distance they had covered. And no one twisted or sprained an ankle, which was an additional blessing to boot. When Mira came to report of a potential campsite, Devonna smiled. There would be little point in moving within spitting distance of their target if their forces were too tired to actually do anything. "Let's make camp for the evening--this glen sounds idyllic." She would tell Mira to communicate the information to the rest of the squads. The idea of bathing in a fresh pond...it sang to Devonna, but no doubt she'd attract quite the audience. <br><br>She would talk with Cain about arrangements for night watch shifts; Devonna wanted two squads watching the perimeter, taking two hour shifts. One of the squads getting the extra bit of sleep would be the scouts, as they were working all day. The other, well, she left it up to Cain to assess which was the most exhausted. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 22:46:57</strong>
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				Cain moved to follow the orders, allowing Mira's group of scouts some rest alongside one belonging to Gregory, the men having apparently carried more than their share of things, having taken up the packs of a few weaker soldiers that were worn out. Gregory himself was carrying a total of three packs on him, showing the large bernhardian hound had a lot of muscle to him despite his polite, aristocratic-seeming demeanor. He was moving amongst his men offering a kind word here and there, joking a bit and raising morale in small acts but it seemed natural of him. Yet it was obvious a few on another group looked at him resentfully. A rat-faced man belonging to Jack's group, possibly a former convict as well, was eyeing Gregory with open loathing and distrust, muttering something to a scrawny mouse-lad next to him who just nod along but cast a few suspicious glances of his own towards Gregory as well. <br><br>Nonetheless, it seemed the group was eager to settle down for a rest when they reached the glen. The tents were quickly being pitched, including the commander's travelling tent, she might not have her bath along but the small bed was more comfortable than a bedroll and the privacy of the tent afforded her a chance to change if she wanted without every eye following her each motion. As the group was settling down for the rest, a few men hummed together and spoke up. "Say, the commander's a woman right? Maybe..." The first among them, a horse-lad from the looks of it was smiling and rubbing his chin, where as his oxen friend shook his head. "Unlikely, she's a woman yes but she's an officer. They got a stick up their arse usually, this one doesn't seem so bad but asking her for that might be pushing it." The third among them was an otter, silent for most part but shrugging at their thinking and speaking a few words in a lowered tone. "Well it doesn't hurt to ask huh? We got pay saved up and its not like we dare ask her to let us... more than watch. Besides, a bit of coin, some relief, and the worst she has to deal with is being fantasy fodder for the folks."<br><br>At this, the hrose-man nod and finally strode over to where Devonna was, clearing his throat. "Ahh, miss officer. Commander, sir, uhm." He hesitated at his words but looked at his companions, the oxen man nodding his head as the horse-lad seemed to hesitate, the otter looking more annoyed at the time at the man's hesitance when right up before Devonna after what they'd been talking. "Me and the boys were thinking, uhm, if we set up a bit of tent cloth near the pond that the folks are talking about taking a dip in, to close off a section from sight well... if the commander was to wash up anyway... uhmm... we have been without any relief for a long time, a-and I know you aren't that sort, certainly, but it would help morale at least among us and... uuhh, I am not asking to do anything with us but to let us watch you wash? The three of us would keep it quiet, pay a week's wage each, we got some saved up, and would take care of having the tent cloth to give some privacy and then having it back at the camp later without issues. If that's alright?" He seemed ready for a resounding slap and a loud scolding, but also hopeful despite his seemingly poor chances. <br><br>Mira and a few others were looking their way from the distance, but they should be far enough not to hear what was being mentioned, only that the horse-lad had approached the commander to talk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>26-10-2014, 23:23:08</strong>
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				Devonna listened to the conversation some of the soldiers were having, it didn't take her long to figure what they were going to approach her with. She sighed...though she couldn't help but find the idea quite flattering, though potentially undermining her authority. Why weren't they talking about this <em>after</em> their first victory. Of course, when the horse lad finally did approach her, it took all of Devonna's will power not to either laugh or reach up and pinch the horse's cheek--really, she did end up with quite the pitifully-pent-up lot. She succeeded in not treating the horse like a kid at any rate. <br><br>Still laughing, Devonna looked from the horse-lad to his friends. Her lips settled into a smile and she said, "This was rather...forward. Be glad that you asked me and not one of my fellow graduates...I can imagine a certain white wolf would have you hanged." She shook her head. "I'm not a whore, so I won't take your money. Go fetch the canvas and meet me by the pond." She let the words hang in the air for a moment, let them sink into the horse's mind. She had just agreed. <br><br>Once the horse and his buddies were off, Devonna would beckon Mira over. "I know I said 'after' this is over," the wolfess would whisper. "But how about you help me wash up. We'll have small audience if you don't mind...my nethers will need a proper washing." She spoke like a sultry minx to entice the serpent. Assuming Mira agreed, Devonna would lead them to where the secluded bathing spot was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>27-10-2014, 20:46:07</strong>
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				Devonna's agreement earned a shocked stare from the horse-lad who then quickly hurried to nod and dash back over to his mates, whispering to them excitedly. The three of them were off like they'd been shot, to prepare things by the pond then. They moved so fast they might have left a dust-cloud behind in their hurried scramble. Ahh, such eagerness, such blatant desire, and such a desperation for a little treat of it at least. Her words weren't false, some of her fellow graduates might have well taken serious offense on such a request, but they were lucky to have her, in more ways than one. <br><br>As she approached Mira with the news, the serpentine gal shivered and looked over at Devonna admiringly, whispering to her in turn in a friendly manner. "I would be delighted to attend to you, helping to make sure you are washed thoroughly. I assume you may need some hard ... scrubbing?" She asked while looking over down at Devonna's nethers for a mere second or so, her eyes soon lifted back to her commanding officer's face. Smiling in an amused fashion she licked her lips slightly, a tightening evident in her trousers, as she let out a soft breath. "I don't mind an audience as long as they keep to themselves. Still, I imagine if word spread you'd have everyone trying to get a glimpse. Might want to remind the boys to not dash off in such a hurry, if the people weren't too tired already they might have drawn others along out of sheer curiosity. Exhaustion is good healer for that though." <br><br>She saluted Devonna with a smile playing on her lips, but her shiver and glance down at Devonna's bosom spoke of her desire, yet she was outwardly keeping herself <em>mostly</em> restrained and respectful, even the glance down was by her eyes and a small tilt of her head like she had just nodded slowly rather than really looked, something a casual observer would have missed certainly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 08:16:56</strong>
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				Devonna couldn't help but laugh as she saw how quickly the three men bolted off to make the preparations by the pond. Mira was right though: they were hardly being subtle about it--no doubt all that saw their haste would be intrigued...if their tired feet didn't outweigh their curiosity. Of course, Devonna knew full well that she couldn't keep doing these sort of things and expect not to be found out; eventually her soldiers would know the sort of things their commander would be willing to do for them...and at that point who knew what the general opinion would be. They all seemed to be upright citizens of the kingdom, most of them anyway, but Devonna couldn't help but let her mind wander to a dark place. She shook her head though and took notice of the way Mira was eyeing her. "Come Mira, I think we're both eager to see to it that I get a thorough scrubbing." The wolfess would let the serpent lead the way to the pond, since Mira and her squad were the ones to find the glen in the first place.<br><br>During the brief walk Devonna would ask Mira about the scouting squad. "How are your men...holding up?" She gave Mira a knowing smirk. Devonna wanted to keep tabs on all of her soldiers, and doing so through her veterans was the surest way of accomplishing that. The wolf needed to know if the lack of relief was going to be a problem in the field. Of course, Devonna couldn't imagine that unless she decided to go into battle with nothing on but a smile that her soldiers would be distracted with arrows were loosened and swords clashed. But any edge she would eek out would be beneficial. <br><br>Of course when they arrived at the pond and Devonna was standing before their eager audience, she let go of any and all talk of business. Looking from each lad, she smiled and said, "Now, boys, don't forget that you agreed to keep your hands to yourselves. ...though, while I might not hold you to it, Mira here might. I hope you don't mind that I brought along an assistant." She secretly hoped the three of them would decide to misbehave...and having Mira there would only encourage such thoughts.<br><br>Her tabard was the first to go. Followed by the kicking off of her boots, and the painfully slow unbuttoning of her blouse. Devonna watch them all, taking in their lustful gazes that sought to undress her faster. She unbuttoned her skirt and let the garment follow around her ankles. In nothing but her small cloths, Devonna's figure was more than apparent--amble breasts and a plump heart-shaped ass, complimented by long legs and definitely feminine build. She took a tentative step into the pond, testing the water before turning around beckoning Mira over with a single finger. "Since you're so eager to wash me, I'll just leave everything to you," Devonna said, effectively giving the serpent free reign. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 21:36:58</strong>
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				Mira was all too happy to wander along with Devonna, a smile playing on her lips as Devonna inquired about her group. "They are good folks. They take care of their desires before they get pent up, mostly by hand but a handful of them have taken up rubbing it to the plump behind of a futa-gal in our troop. She refuses to let them bugger her but has gone along with letting them rub on her butt if it gets them to stop whining about the lack of women." She addressed this matter with perfectly calm fashion, not seeming to be bothered any more than if she was speaking about faulty equipment that needed to be replaced but wasn't in a too rushed state yet.<br><br>Of course, on their arrival to the pond and seeing the set-up there was a shocked look on the men's faces at realizing Mira had come along and even more so when the instructions were given to keep the hands to themselves, and that she even hinted at they might not be so restrictive, or at least she might not, but Mira cast them a look that seemed to remind them to respect the orders given. <br><br>Nonetheless, as her stripping began the eyes watched her like starving men watching a ten-course dinner laid out. Such hunger and ferocity in their eyes, they seemed to wish to take her then and there, a desire evident in their eyes but Mira's presence did hold the others in check. That didn't mean they didn't take in an eyeful of her lovely figure, their lustful glances evident, the horse-lad showing himself to be hung like he should, though still second to the shemale slapping a man's face with her girth before. Nonetheless, as the lads grasped on their shafts a bit of a groaning evident, Mira looked at her enjoyingly, eyes roaming her figure appraising and admiring, but also respectful in their own fashion.<br><br>Yet at the time she was fully naked there was a smirk playing on Mira's lips too, her hands having moved to undress her own scaled visage, a smooth figure of interlocking scales a strange pattern to her figure, the curve of her bosom and the roundness of her ass both slick seeming with their scaled figure, yet as her long cock came forth it was evident the scaled pattern did run all over, and given the fact those scales seemed bigger than others, it gave the impression they might just be patterns in her skin rather than actual scales. Something that the fact her touch on Devonna's hip was soft and smooth seemed to support. "Well now if you leave it all in my hands I will let my hands roam to make sure you will be properly washed, and I'm sure I might need to do a thorough job at it..."<br><br>The serpentine hands slipped around to stroke on Devonna's stomach and reaching down to gather some water on them rubbed on the other woman's belly gently, her bosom pressing to Devonna's back, her shaft rubbing against the commander's buttocks warm and firming up. Her hands doing a good job of rubbing and scrubbing on her furry stomach and rising higher slowly, seeming to take pleasure in teasing the others by slowly moving her hands higher, wetting them in the water and rising again till her fingers grasped on the underside of that lovely bosom. Stroking over the breasts in an agonizingly slow fashion, her fingers tugged on the nipples, showing the glorious bosom to the men at the shore who were groaning while tugging their troopers, stretching their serpents, their breath shaky as well from the looks of it. <br><br>Mira licked against Devonna's ear as she sported a thick, full cock after a moment, rising up hard and throbbing against the asscheeks as she pushed with her hips, slowly humping against the buttocks without a penetration, rubbing along the cheeks and then reaching a finger down to push the shaft's head to nudge her slit's lips. Hand reaching up to the front to part the pussy's lips, another tugging her cock's head up a bit, stating to rock her hips thrusting between the thighs, rubbing the cock to the underside of her cunt. "Going to scrub this place a bit commander, seems like it needs a good wash on the outside at least, maybe a good spraying inside as well?" She grunted a bit but kept a more serious sounding tone like responding to military orders not playing naughtily. The thick scaled shaft slick and smooth to feel against the slit's lips, soft on the surface but oh so firm at a smallest of press, thick and hot in its brush against her. Virile and eager.<br><br>"Mmhh... commander, it seems my tool for scrubbing is brushing up a bit of wetness from down here, has the water run this far down?" She asked in a curious, polite fashion as if she didn't know. Scrubbing against the slit oh so hard with a cock, one hand keeping slit's lips open another holding the cock's head up. Her hands partly covering the spot, but the unmistakeable thrusts showed and her cocktip poked from between the thighs visible to the audience, the three men groaning stroking their aching rods at the sight.<br><br><em>"Does my commander want me to mount her? Just a word and I'll be inside and I will be inside up until I drain my snake deep inside and give all I have to that lovely slit. Will the commander want me or will I have to let my snake drain in the lake? Shall I leave a white drip floating on the surface, or pump one in deep?"</em> She asked in a whisper, but her breath still seeming incredibly formal for the words she spoke somehow, a bit of a smile playing on her face. <br><br>"Oooohhh gooooooddd...." The horse-lad moaned out, shooting thick ropes high in the air, strings of cum flying high and landing before him and his companions, hand pumping his cock roughly. The other two looking over at Mira and Devonna hungrily, even the horse lad watching with his cock not going soft but his grasp off of it for the moment. The worst flying in the air and lying on the grass, but the fact he was still hard spoke volumes of how pent up they were all getting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 09:29:02</strong>
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				Devonna leaned back into Mira's body as the serpent began to 'wash' her. As things progressed, what the wolfess had planned to just be a teasing show to help the lads administer their own relief quickly became so much more. Devonna watched as the three still on the shore began to stroke themselves...and she could smell their musk from where she was. She eyed the lengths of their shafts and couldn't help but lick her lips. Not to mention that a certain serpent wasn't helping matters either. Devonna tried to keep her breathing and her desire in check, but as Mira fondled her breasts and rubbed her length against the wolf's body, it was all Devonna could do to just breath hotly as Mira whispered naughtily to her. <br><br>Her mound dripped its honey on Mira's shaft as she rubbed it against the folds. Devonna groaned, her body responding eagerly despite herself, rubbing against the serpent and feeling those breasts press further against her furry back. Looking back at Mira, Devonna gave the veteran a look of defiance, though her cheeks were flushed and her breath was just as shaky as the tool-polishing trio at the shore. Devonna had said that she was going to make Mira wait until the mission was over and the wolfess intended on at least holding themselves to it. <br><br>And then the horse came. Hearing his exclamation, Devonna looked over just in time to see the great jet of seed erupt from the shaft and stain the sand. ...and the cock remain just as hard, not even going soft even little after such an expulsion of cum. Devonna looked to the other two, saw the need and lust in their eyes. She gasped as she felt Mira thrust against her eagerly...no, pleadingly. Her eyes landed back on the still hard horse-cock and gulped. Were they all like that? Was her whole camp this pent-up? Devonna wanted to say that she pitied them, that she would be doing this for their benefit. Of course, she'd be lying. The prospect of having hundred cocks attached to such blue balls all to herself... The musk from the spilled seed wafted to her nose...<br><br>"Fine! Fine!" Devonna cried. She pulled away from Mira's loving hands and hard cock, but Devonna took the serpent's hands and pulled her to the shore. If the horse wasn't already on his back, Devonna would give him a guiding push. They'd all be able to see just how wet and dripping she was, but damn it, she was going to take control of this situation. Devonna got down on her knees and leaned forward, exposing her ass and dripping sex to Mira. She motioned the other lads to stand and she reached up with her hands.<br><br>"What sort of basic training did they put you lot through? I've never seen bluer balls," Devonna said. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up from base of the horse's shaft and flicking off at the tip. She shivered with delight as she got a taste of his seed. She gulped the sample down before she took a shaft in each of her hands and began to pump the other two, and using them to keep her front half stable. "I don't even need a bath...at the moment. You four better give me cause to take one!" She flash them all a grin. Devonna kissed the head of the horse-lad's cock before take the head of the massive length past her lips and into her mouth. She moaned as she savored the taste and soon the commander began to suck on the cock of one of her soldiers while she pumped the members of two others...and left her backside exposed to a fourth.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>29-10-2014, 23:41:57</strong>
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				Mira looked at the horse-lad cumming so hard and then chuckled faintly at hearing Devonna's cries, looking after the commander and following along as she let her hips sway, her cock bobbing a bit up and down with her step as she watched Devonna's tush as the commander walked before her. Her eyes were openly admiring the sight of the woman's backside and then her slit, the kneeled pose leaned ahead drawing a small groan from her too as she brought a hand to squeeze on the base of her cock to calm herself a touch.<br><br>The horse lad in turn was moaning out a long and reverent shuddering noise sounding vaguely like the commander's name rising from his throat. His thick shaft was partly coated in his precum from the pumping hand, the head showing a hint of cum to it still even after the hard jets it had splurted out a moment before. His hands on the sand he panted shakily while her mouth attended to the cock's girth, the thick head standing stiff for her at the sight of what she was about to do. Then again, even if he wasn't pent up the look of her doing this might have brought anything still alive back to stiffness. <br><br>The otter's shaft throbbed hard and eager to her touch, being the least 'gifted' of the three of them, but he was still sizable enough that it would put some town boys to shame. The otter's breath trembling a bit his hand rising to brush on her breast at the sight of her leaning ahead so, rolling a nipple between a thumb and the side of his finger, caressing gently and stroking the breast in a exploring manner, careful to not be too rough but trying to find what was the right grasp, a shifting, changing hold exploring the swell of her chest.<br><br>The oxen man grunted and groaned out with a shudder evident on his large, muscular frame. His horns tilted back as he leaned his head back, a moan rising from his throat as he felt the touch of her hand teasing the throbbing rod, the ox seeming close to a peak already, her hands having the man shuddering and shaking in place, hips thrusting ruttingly against her touch before the thick seed began to fly, rushing out to splatter against her fur, the ox's balls churning and pumping out thick, sticky strings of seed on her hand and towards her, a pressure built up that was finally getting some release, yet seeming to promise a lot more than one squeeze would release.<br><br>Behind her, Mira couldn't help but suck on his lip before moving ahead, brushing the hard shaft's tip against the lovely rump and nudging over Devonna's pucker with its head, drawing the cock down the crack to brush against the slit's lips again, a shaky breath leaving her throat. "Mmh, the basic training is intense with marching and drills taking place day after day, learning to follow orders..." She nudged the shaft against the slit's lips, rubbing on them. "Learning to set up a camp and dig the latrine quick to keep the place clean..." She moved her hips to rub the shaft down to threaten to slip underneath Devonna only to pull back the shaft's head running over the slit's lips hot and dripping precum against her slit's gates. "... and pushing the men to the edge...."&nbsp; She shook her breath caught in her throat pushing just the tip of the serpentine cock inside the commander, trembling. It was obvious it took her full willpower for a second to not cum in her then and there, having desired her so much already before.<br><br>"... making them aware.... that only by following orders... will they be rewarded fully... always eager to serve their commander... in any capacity..." She shook before having relaxed enough to start thrusting, pushing the thick serpentine cock inside of the pussy before her, starting to sway her hips to pump her thick, long length deep within Devonna's folds as the three cocks before her shook, one nearing its edge slowly, the otter's fingers squeezing tighter on her bosom, the ox's shaft still hard in her hand, the horse's hand rising to caress her hair while his cock oozed copious amounts of precum for her mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>03-11-2014, 07:57:31</strong>
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				The ox's first jets of cum left gooey, white streaks across Devonna's cheek. When she felt the all too familiar warmth against her fur, the wolfess closed her eyes as one of those streaks land over her now closed lid. Feeling that the ox still had plenty more to give, Devonna didn't let up on either him or the otter as she sucked the horse lad's cock. She groaned and moaned as Mira teased her from behind and lined herself up. Whenever she felt that futa-cock rubbing against her slit, Devonna treated the horse lad to groans and moans, the sounds and their vibration going straight into his shaft as lustful purs. <br><br>And then Mira finally speared the commander's pussy proper. Devonna's eyes flitted wide open while Mira took her moment to catch herself--it wasn't exactly hard to figure out that the serpent wanted to pace herself. After so long without a proper pussy to pound, no doubt Mira wanted to savor what she had so graciously been given. Devonna for her part bucked her hips back, meeting Mira's thrust halfway and sending the serpent's serpent brushing against the gates to her womb. With the musk of cum entrapping Devonna's nose, bucking back against Mira was all she could do well. She gave her hands over to the men using them as a rutting hole and she let the horse lad caress and pet her hair--and do what he needed to do with the rest of her head--as he saw fit.<br><br>Between the scent of three cocks throbbing and on the verge of climax, and Mira from behind, Devonna would let out a muffled howl into the horse-lad's cock as she reached her peak. The wolfess wrapped around tightly Mira's shaft, attempting to milk the serpent for all she was worth. Devonna's own juices squirted out and joined the already spilled seed on the ground. Whenever the four she was attending decided to peak, Devonna would already be swimming in the afterglow of pleasure haze. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 20:20:12</strong>
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				The horse-lad's breath shook and fell as his shaft stood rigid and thick before her, hung like a horse wasn't a joke with the man, he was quite sizable man for the army, big on muscle and big on 'muscle' as well. He shuddered at her mouth's hold, the shaft seeming to ooze out thick precum for her tongue as the sucking had him standing at attention. The otter's fingers pinching on a nipple and stroking the breast, the lad whispering to her ear. "Such a gorgeous woman, didn't think would get to do such things with a commanding officer... ohh fuck that's a fantasy right there..." He moaned out with a need the shaft's head dripping precum to Devonna's fingers. The oxen man in turn was grunting with hips making small pushes, his jets of cum having come to an end but the shaft tender and the continued touch seeming to keep drawing him along, the touch keeping him from softening. <br><br>Mira's own touches on the lovely hips were guiding the commander's hips, her own rising to thrust harder to plunge her thick serpent to the damp heat with a growing need. Her breath a bit shaken, but she retained expert control of herself, that achingly hot rod drippling a bit of hot spunk to her inner walls, hips grinding ahead with a lustful need in them apparent. Thrusting slowly and deeply, grinding a cock as far inside as he could manage to push. Her groaning growing in volume as the throbbing shaft drippled inside from the milking hold the wolfess had on her, a moan leaving her throat as she leaned ahead to bite lightly to Devonna's shoulder, taking that moment to start thrusting fast and stabbing towards the wolfess' womb, that hard shaft hammering inside the serpent woman's balls smacking the cuntlips in their sway up at the forward thrusts too, hammering in with a finishing rush, that rutting grinding accompanied by a swelling in the shaft, then another, and a third. Near the crown, at the middle, and one bigger near the base. Seeming to locking her in place deep within Devonna for a moment, the hot shaft twitched, and then a flooding rush of cum began to pour out. Thick and hot, pouring like a faucet the shaft was trembling splattering her inner walls and the gates of her womb with weeks of backed up seed, Mira's moaning whorishly needy, her trembling body arching up hands gripping on Devonna's hips, hosing the wolfess' belly from inside with thick cum before the shaft finally started to ease up, the swelling holding it backed up within the wolfess' mound a while more, threatening to bulge her belly a bit with the load it seemed, perhaps a mere illusion by the shocking amount making it seem there was more than it actually was, or perhaps it had indeed began to give her a small bit of a bump. Nonetheless, as the shaft slowly, finally shrank down and tugged out, Mira kissed the commander's ear moaning out, the thick cock pulling out as its swollen length managed to pull out, leaving her to splatter it out or hold it in, sitting back a bit moaning out. <br><br>Of course, the sight of the panting and shaking serpent futa with her cock glistening with cuntjuices and her own cum had the men stare at Devonna's now vacated rump and her slit, inhaling the scent thick in the air, their cocks all throbbing. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 20:56:19</strong>
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				The wolfess let out a delighted gasp as she felt the sheer warmth of Mira's seed begin to fill her to the brim. Her stomach didn't actually bulge, but Devonna certainly felt like the serpent was going to give her a belly full of seed. She whimpered though as Mira pulled her snake out--the amount of cum was copious and Devonna wouldn't have been able to hold it all in even if she wanted, and she really did, being ever greedy with her seed. Mira's cum sent Devonna deeper into her pleasure haze, the hotness in her womb lulling the wolf into pleasantness. But Devonna saw how the throbbing of the lads was still evident, despite her hands and her mouth. With Mira's seed spilling out of her, and a sloppy smile on her lips, Devonna pulled her lips off of the horse's shaft and moved up to straddle him. Her pussy hovered just above the lad's well-hung cock. <br><br>"I hope you don't mind some sloppiness," Devonna cooed. "I seem to have two holes left, one of which hasn't seen any attention~" She cast a gaze at the otter and the ox, assuming he hadn't been completely spent already. She let them do what they would with her invitation--Devonna for her part swiftly lowered herself onto the horse-lad's cock, hilting herself wholly on the man's spear and enveloping him in warmth. She cast a smile at the spent futa on the ground--Devonna fully intended on making a real mess of herself and to earn her bath. <br><br><hr><br>After the fun and a proper washing up--one that Devonna would let the boys assist with if they so volunteered--the wolfess would send the boys on ahead and told they that if they were questioned to just say that they were spying on their commander and caught quite the eyeful. Not a complete lie, but it would help to explain the slight spring in their steps. Devonna would go to sleep that night with dreams of having her holes filled and with a line waiting. The next day they would only have to travel for part of the day. On the dawn of the third day they would take the camp, Devonna was confident of that. She just needed to see what the actual layout was and adjust their overall plan accordingly. <br><br>While they marched, Devonna would keep her ears open for possible rumors and whispered words. She didn't mind if there were, Devonna just wanted to know what the general opinions of her men were. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 22:02:37</strong>
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				There had been a new march on the second day that had worn out the men a bit more than the first, but this time there had hardly been a proper pond nearby to wash up in. A bit of wet cloth to wipe the sweat away would have to do that evening, and the third day greeted them with a peaceful presence, guards at watch and the scouts already out looking for information. Mira had left with her group, to find out about the foes. The otter and horse-lad were patrolling their camp's outer edge, the ox helping move the big cooking pot for the morning meal, and set up the firewood to heat it up. Dry wood to not give up smoke the foes might notice and send people to investigate.<br><br>The march had proven to be a rich pot of rumors though. <em>"The boys, Trent, Roger, Clyde? Yeah, they got a look at hte commander. I mean, we saw them dash off, had I known..."</em> Followed by another group muttering <em>"Yeah, those perky tits, that fine tail... ohhh what I'd give to lift it and kiss that rear, but I don't think she'd like brownnosing, literally or figuratively..."</em> There was a short laugh from one of the futas who shook her head. <em>"I'll believe it when I see it, I mean she looks sharp enough to tell if someone was spying on her. The fact they aren't on her shitlist suggests they might have backed out without seeing anything even if they planned. Not saying its for sure but..."</em> There were others that disagreed with that futa's assessment though. <em>"...bound to be some tensions, I am just saying, if she didn't punish them for looking maybe we should have a look too. I mean, not intensionally but if its not punishable to see, maybe hang around her tent listening to the splash of a bath and come in with some question right then for a quick peek to fill the fantasy..."</em><br><br>The new day had arrived though and work lay ahead. The news came back soon enough, with Mira returning with her scouts, some of them looking rather worn out, but the scent of food lingering in the air reviving them somewhat as they stepped up to give a report. <br><br><strong>"They have a round encampment amidst some trees, a road passing before their camp with a sidepath from it rising up to the small ridge they've set their camp on. Its got a clear view to the road, but there's woods at its side, and just some 20 feet wide strip of empty land so that nobody can just 'jump from a tree' over their fence. Still, climbing up the trees would give a vantage point if it was done unnoticed, to let archers fire down on them. They got tents in the sides of the camp, in half-circles with a clear 'path' through the middle, the commander's tent at the very end, with training ground left in the middle. Plenty of room to maneuver there if we charged in. They got a couple of poles set down before the commander's tent though. Poles with chains hanging from them. Saw one poor soldier hanging by his wrists, a few others taunting him and laughing. Seems punishment for them, but rather harsh. Counted thirty tents, fifteen on each side, and twice as many soldiers total. They don't got watchtowers, but they got a 'gatehouse' built to their fence with a platform for standing on and shooting down from, so getting in through the front with the empty patch would be a costly maneuver."</strong><br><br>Mira laid down the facts they'd gathered, looking at Devonna seriously but trying to provide as much information as she could give, though clearly not happing with the news she was bringing. It was then that another scout spoke up a bit seriously.<br><br>"Past their camp and along the road further, we found a place with several old rotten trees near the roadside that could be easily felled over to the road at the right time, and moved aside again easily enough with some men to push them if we wanted to hide the evidence, well most of the evidence. They're far enough apart we could even drop one in front, and one behind, to trap the carriage there. Uhmm, and one last thing, the camp gets its waters from one spring there is in this area it seems, no well is present... if we taint the spring..." The hare-guard looked a bit unsure about what he was saying, but the scouts looked at her. Tainting a spring could hurt more than soldiers, and it could become permanent, but it would hurt the camp without them being as much at risk if it was used.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>04-11-2014, 22:38:44</strong>
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				Listening to the rumor mill during the march provided Devonna more than enough entertainment. It was also good to hear that Trent, Roger, and Clyde were capable of following orders--the wolfess would rather her camp 'chase' after her for a little while longer. Though, experiencing how pent up Mira and the lads were the previous night, Devonna couldn't help but feel sorry for her company...and couldn't help but imagine being the focal point for their desires. <br><br>Listening to Mira's latest report, Devonna was liking her original plan of breaching the gatehouse less and less. They had the numbers but the enemy still had their walls. And Devonna didn't want to lose her foot soldiers to arrows if she could help it. It was either get them to open the gates all on their own or they made themselves targets with attempting to use ladders. It was then that the hare-guard spoke up about the spring. <br><br>Devonna's lips curled into a devilish grin--one that would have likely made the scouts think it was a good thing she was on their side. She approached the hare and clasped him on the shoulder. "I like the way you think. If none of you lot have the stomach to upset some stomachs, I have a feeling Nick might know a thing or two about that sort of business. Bring him with you and poison their spring. Depending on their constitutions, they'll be sick by night fall. And by then we'll be in position. Get our camp started on fashioning ladders and tell them to make to rest up as well. We're going to take this camp." <br><br>Once the deed with the spring had been carried out, Devonna would meet with her veterans. "The plan with the snipers is still on. By dinner time when their camp is reeling with their spoiled water, I want our best sniper to take their shot at the enemy commander. Hit or miss, rain chaos until we get the rest of our forces over the wall with our ladders. With any luck they'll be too weak to fight at their best, and hopefully not at all. I want the gate secured. In the event our target becomes yellow, I don't want the traitor escaping. We'll make our approach from the nearest spot of forest cover, this 20 foot wide strip of empty land. We'll be over the walls in no time at all. Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 18:26:16</strong>
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				Plans were being made and the men moved to carry them out hurriedly. Poisoning the spring might cause some harm to the area, but it would make this fight a lot safer if it worked, and it was possible the taint would clear out from the water over time. It wasn't certain, but it was a better alternative than losing the lives of the men. Preparations were being carried out as the ladders were being made, and checked to be sturdy enough to handle the rushed rise over the wall later. The day began to turn to evening slowly, and their scouts reported what was hoped for. More than half the men in the camp were laid down holding their guts, some vomiting and others just trying to take care of things by laying down for a while. It was apparent they'd gotten the commander as well, but he and some of the others were strong enough to stay on their feet, even if they weren't at their best. <br><br>The time to act came, and the snipers in the trees began the affair with a rain of arrows on their foes. They took aim and fired at specific targets but so many shooting at once did cause some shocked shrieks from the campgrounds, as arrows landed, some less than lethal others killing their target in an instant. The traitor-commander received an arrow to his arm and to one of his legs as he sought to move, but the one aimed for his chest cracked against the sturdy breastplate he was wearing under his shirt, the metal's shine evident in that moment. Something tough enough to drop an arrow would make for fine loot at least. The Commander was trying for the gates by then already, along with some of his men, but the contingent of archers laid down nearby took that opportunity to pick their targets and shot at the group as they stepped into the open. Several still standing men collapsed dead, an arrow to teh throat or into an eye, some with several in their chest and guts. The commander too caught an arrow to his stomach, another landing with a slam against his cheek ripping the man's jaw though not managing to kill him. Struggling on the ground, he sought to slip back into the camp before the archers caught him in the back of the neck. <br><br>The men jumping over the wall from the ladder started a brief but violent skirmish of stabbing those who were still alive on the ground with their blades, giving them the mercy of quick death. The enemy was already beaten and broken and they knew it too, but none sought to surrender grasping to their blades instead to fight. An over-confident otter boy charged ahead only to find his chest pierced by a rival soldiers' short spear, thrust from the ground level to stab right through the man's chest, with immense power in the hands of the hare lad he was facing. The boy was barely of age but killing the otter he marked himself a threat, and the roaring ox slammed his own blade down with vengeance, blood splattering to the ground. <br><br>It was a violent, hurried affair, but in the end only three of Devonna's forces were dead, caught by the survivors inside the camp that were able to mount some resistance. Enemy counted sixty soldiers and their commander dead, so the trade-off was a good one, but one of the three from her side was an otter lad that had been fondling her breasts oh so urgently just a couple of nights ago. It hit more when one knew the face of a soldier that died in their command. <br><br>Nonetheless, it was an unmigitated triumph, and looking around the campsite the troops found a large barrel of good mead and some flask of strong rum as well, a few large barrels of salted meat, as well as the coins the now dead soldiers had received as pay and hadn't sent away to someone else or spent on their own days off. The enemy's commander's tent was the place to be though, as Devonna learned quickly. Maps detailing border patrols, of established camp sites, a few letters of correspondence between rivalling commanders, as well as a list of -informants- within the Kingdom that were expected to report to the now dead commander bi-weekly. Curious enough, the old goat's name was on the list as one of the informants.<br><br>There was also a marking of an old skunk woman at the kingdom's side in the brothel in town, a source of information 'pumping it' from the officers at the HQ and sending to the traitor, a contact he'd made while still 'loyal' to the kingdom to blackmail his way to a higher status, before being caught and having had to escape quickly, based on his journals. Included there was a load of blackmail material that could ruin a few high ranking officers careers, or possibly earn a fair bit of gratitude if they were destroyed, or alternatively be used to acquire something in turn though risking their wrath later on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 18:56:42</strong>
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				Devonna led from the back, choosing to climb the ladders with a middle group as the quick, bloody skirmish ended as quickly as it began. Just like the wolfess preferred it--the quicker and more decisive the battle, the less loss of life for her side. Of course, as she surveyed the carnage, Devonna would see that minimum losses meant that there was some sacrifice. She lingered at the otter's body, her heart clenching in her chest. Devonna had offered use of her puckered hole to the lad and he had made her howl into the softening cock of his ox friend. This was what she had been afraid of; it never easy to take stock of troop numbers, but not having a attachment to said troops helped. She spotted her veterans, waiting to make sure each of them were okay. If the otter's eyes were open, she would kneel down and close them for him. <br><br>She focused on the numbers though. Three percent for the whole enemy camp. It was hard to argue if you simply looked at it like that. While the rest of her soldiers went about their looting, Devonna took stock of what the traitor's tent had to offer. And it was treasure trove of intelligence. Border patrols locations and schedules, camps, letters, and even a list of moles in the midst of the kingdom. The name of a particular old goat stuck out to her as well. Oh and not to mention incriminating blackmail material of kingdom officers. Devonna would take note of who the affected officers were and would decide then what to do with the information. <br><br>Once they had ransacked the camp of its supplies and important documents, Devonna would assess the state of her troops and either have them march further up the road to take up positions to ambush the baron's niece, or return to camp if they were too tired. She would post men in either case to keep a look out for the niece. They would use the trees that could be felled over onto the road. Dawn in any case would have Devonna hiding in the woods with her troops as they waited for the niece's approach. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 22:28:48</strong>
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				The troops were mostly fine, taking rest in the grounds when they had cleaned up the worst of the mess. Though they made sure to keep to their own waterskin despite the fact there was still some soup left over in the large cauldron nearby, they had seen the effects on the people in the camp and didn't want to risk it. The cleanup took a while, but as the evening came to pass Devonna was given a word from the scouts that there'd been no signs of the approach of the carriage just yet. Nonetheless, it was a fairly peaceful night after the triumph, some men muttering to one another abit excited of having had such early success in things, and looking forward to seeing what more could be done. <br><br>The dawn's light woke her before Cain stepped to her tent, clearing his throat to speak up. "Mira and her scouts are out on watch, but reported there's dust approaching in the distance. The carriage must be on its way already, the men are moving into position as discussed earlier, and they're merely waiting for you or the carriage to arrive." The journey to the ambush site didn't take long, not being that far from the camp itself. The carriage came to sight soon, pulled but a set of four horses, a man in leather outfit sitting on the driver's bench next to a guard with a silvery armor on him. They had no riders along their carriage though, just the driver and the lone guard in metal armor, but as they came up the trees began to fall, one slamming in front of their horses to stop them from advancing, another right behind them to block the way out. <br><br>"What the devil!?" The driver shouted, trying to calm the panicked horses, where as the armored figure leaped down to survey his surroundings, drawing a greatsword from his back and glaring at the woods. "Bandits or worse!" He shouted, then turning to the driver. "Get a horse loose and ride to the nearby camp, get help NOW!" He roared, the man's lion nature showing through as he turned to face the ambushers with the look of a knight ready to lay down his life to buy time for aid to reach them, the carriage window opened briefly showing a veiled face of a young woman, her bustlike more visible than her face thanks to the veil but a feminine passenger was confirmed before the head moved back and the curtain fell in the way again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>05-11-2014, 22:47:12</strong>
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				During the clean up Devonna teetered on the idea of beheading the traitor and bringing back the trophy to HQ as a confirmation. ...but the sheer barbarous nature of the notion made her decide against it. Besides, it would add the stink of death. The intelligence they managed to gather would be more than enough proof of their deeds. For the soldiers of hers that died, Devonna would request that they take them--they at least deserved to be buried in the land that they sought to protect.<br><br>Devonna would have joined the rest of her forces in the surrounding woods by road. She watched with a certain glee as her men loosed the logs and blocked the carriage's path on both sides. It was when the lion in silver armor gave the driver the order to loose a horse and flee for the nearby camp that Devonna emerged from the woods after giving her men the order to advance on the carriage, bows drawn.<br><br>"I'm afraid you'll find no help at the nearby camp," Devonna said with a grin. "We made sure of that. Unless any of you want to be made into birds by the sudden sprouting of many feathers, I suggest you lay down all of your arms. And your armor of course." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 20:57:49</strong>
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				The armored figure grit his teeth together, before charging and shouting. "For Honor! For the -guk!-" His shouting halted when an arrow pierced his throat, several more striking the armor hard, some piercing it others merely causing a dent to the metal, the shots up close from the strong bows hitting hard, many striking joints where the metal plating was replaced by chain links or tough leather or both, but the strikes hit home nonetheless, and the knight's breath was a bloody mess on the front of his armor. Still, he had fallen to one knee, but still stood, charging ahead. He was brave, he was devoted to his duty, and his eyes showed he knew he was going to die, but he faced it like a man.<br><br>"For the Realm!" Cain jumped ahead and drove his own blade at the knight's neck, only to have the blade struck aside by the knight who raised his arms high to strike back at Devonna's second in command, but the second hail of arrows stabbed into the man's armpits and neck, some hitting in the cracks of the armor elsewhere. Stumbling down on the knees, blade falling from his hands behind him from the high-raised swing that would have no doubt removed Cain's head, the knight collapsed to the side, dead. The driver on the carriage was trying to yank a horse free quickly, when Mira's own show felled him, striking the man in the chest when he turned to look up at the time the knight fell over with a clanging noise. The two of them dead, the soldiers rushed to yank the carriage door open, hearing a scream as a feminine foot, dainty and pale kicked the closest man in the face, sending him on his back.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>06-11-2014, 21:18:44</strong>
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				Devonna sighed. Honor before reason. She mused silently as the first volley of arrows made the lion sprout the first of his new feathered coat. Of course, her disappoint was overrode with her second-in-command losing his sword when he dove into melee with the knight. Devonna held her breath, her hand reaching for her own sword despite knowing that she likely wouldn't fair much better. But the rest of the company answered for her with another volley of arrows. Between the arrows and Mira's contributions, the driver and the knight were dead. It left Devonna sighing again. They could have done this without blood shed, but then again, she wasn't sure what she was going to do with the knight and the driver. More prisoners of war and they were on the move. <br><br>The wolfess tilted her head in the direction of the men moving toward the carriage door...and she suppressed a laugh as a dainty, female foot sent one of her men onto his back. Devonna motioned for the men to move aside as she approached the carriage herself. "She's a non-combatant, no need to rough," Devonna called. She stood by in front of the entry way. "Miss. Your only crime is being related to a secessionist, so this doesn't have been any more unpleasant than it absolutely has to be. Your knight and driver would not stand down and they're on the ground now. Please step out of the carriage with your arms over your head. You'll be well seen during our trip...but if you cause undue trouble to me and my men, I don't think I'll be able to honor the 'bring back unharmed' clause of my orders."<br><br>She waited for the baron's niece to make her decision. Devonna would motion for Malus to come over. If she needed to apply force, she would just use the strongest man in her camp. Once the niece was out of the carriage, Devonna would have her manacled. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 16:01:04</strong>
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				There was a moment of hesitation as Malus flexed his arms to ready himself to drag the girl out if that was what it took, but finally the slender figure stepped out, pale white fur and a cute little button nose, a siamese feline by the looks of her, wearing a somewhat simple but obviously costly dress, the skirt's hem near her ankles, a bustier hugging her chest, which wasn't that impressive until you considered the girl seemed a year or two to her maturity, barely out of her teens. She was a slender figure with a bit of a wary look on her blue eyes as she looked at Devonna seriously, swallowing and stepping up closer.<br><br>"I am Annette du Rosa, the baron's niece as you already let everyone know, but I am not a secessionist. Our barony had the right to separate itself from the realm a long time ago already, when we called for aid and the Realm refused to aid us, being busy fighting on another front. Our people were being robbed of what little they had, by both the Realm and our other neighbors. We stood alone, and we made it clear we'd use what we get from our land to defend ourselves rather than rely on help that comes too late for the crying daughters standing over their dead brothers, the young mothers carrying a bastard of a thug responsible for the death of their husband, the disgrace of cowardice shaming those who weren't even given a proper weapon to defend their family with and had to flee to keep their life with the cost of knowing what fate lay in store for the others. Don't speak high and mighty to me, Commander, I spit on your realm." Her tone was harsh and proud, her bearing regal and yet a tremor showed in her tail, with the way the men were gazing at her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 17:49:22</strong>
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				Devonna only let Annette talk for as long as she did to confirm that she was indeed the baron's niece. At the very least she had what the wolfess considered to be a well rehearsed speech. It appealed to emotion at any rate. Devonna would also notice the way their new female feline guest, despite her regal bearing, shook with the thought that the realm's soldiers would do something to her. The wolfess turned to look at those gazes herself and smirked. <br><br>"Gentlemen," Devonna called. "And gentlefutas. Note that my bust, despite a few layers, is more impressive and that my skirt is more prone to lift given a strong breeze. Get back to eyeing me; you're scaring our new guest." Pulling out a pair of manacles, Devonna turn Annette around and pull her arms behind her back. "I apologize that your new bracelets will be uncomfortable, but they are clean." <br><br>She turned back to her men. "Clear the logs out of the way. I'll need someone familiar with driving a carriage or a cart and someone posted with them. And, sorry lads, I'll be riding with Miss Rosa. Someone without a cock should attend to her watch." Once the arrangements had been made, Devonna would give the order to march once she was settled into one of the carriage seat with the baron's niece sitting across from her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 19:44:13</strong>
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				Devonna's words had first the men looking at her ass hopeful the skirt would flip with the wind shortly after she said it, and then groaning in disappointment at the news that she would be riding with the prisoner. Well, they understood and obeyed commands, with Cain organising them on the preparations to set off, first getting back to their own camp-site where they packed their tents and belongings, and then heading onwards in a march towards their own border. Several hours would pass this way, and the young feline looked less than pleased about the affair, seated in the carriage opposite of Devonna with the shackles in her hands.<br><br>"What do you hope to gain from this, my uncle wouldn't surrender our barony to you and your kind just for my sake. I know the people are more important than the life of one person, and I may be scared of your men but I will die proudly for my people if that's what it takes. You and your lot murdered the guards protecting us from bandits and your armies didn't they?" She looked at Devonna with a hint of fear and anger evident in her eyes, trying to engage in some conversation.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 20:09:31</strong>
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				Devonna couldn't help but laugh at the collective groan that her men let out at the news that she would be riding with the prisoner. It was a cock-tease now that the wolfess thought about it--demanding that they look at her...and then promptly shut herself away. Her poor, pent-up company. <br><br>She regarded her new traveling companion with a placid look. "Surrender the barony? I hardly imagine that's going to result from this. That said, that is my opinion and I am not at liberty to speak about what my superiors have in mind. You can attempt to question them--likely to no avail--when we arrive back in town. And if that's what you're going to assume happened at the nearby camp, then I will let you believe that. Who knows, I might have been bluffing and we're just making a hasty retreat." Devonna saw no reason to confirm or deny the Annette's fears. Of course, it was also a ploy to see if the niece of the baron had the same ratio of reason to honor as her knight and driver had. "You're a guest of the Realm. Or rather, specifically, you're my guest. And I don't intend to have any one in this company force themselves upon you. Unless you'd like them to. In which case I'm sure I can make some arrangement." She flashed the feline a good-natured grin, that might have been misinterpreted as being rather devilish. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 22:03:02</strong>
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				The young woman looked at Devonna a bit uncertainly, but Annette let out a long breath at hearing Devonna's opinion on the things, seeming unsure what to say for a moment. So they rode along in silence for a little while before she shook her head a little blushed. "I am not sure why you think I would want someone to force themselves on me." She looked up a bit red on her face. "Why did you put that idea in my head?!" She asked a bit annoyed look on her face. "I am aware of the threat but I am also relying you to hold onto your promise and not let anything happen to me then. I am... not someone that engages in something like that." She said all prim and proper, but shivered a moment. <br><br>Annette's chest was rising and falling a bit in her top though, and as she squirmed she looked a bit uncomfortable, with time passing slowly. They'd passed the camp, gathered their things and gotten on the way again, but there were hours of marching ahead to get out of the country as fast as possible. Yet after a while it was evident the young woman was holding something, an embarrassed look on her face. "Can we stop for a moment, please, I ... I need to visit the forest for a moment, umm I don't need a guard I promise on my honor not to run but I have to take care of something." She began embarrassedly, but given her hands were bound she'd be hard pressed to take care of what was probably troubling her, given the look on her face. <br><br>Still, they'd made nice progress so far but there were several hours more of marching to do before they'd feel safe enough to set up camp for the night and to continue back to their home country the coming morning. Annette's request was accompanied by some redness along the baron's nieces' cheeks though. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 22:18:51</strong>
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				"Is it a pleasant idea at least?" Devonna asked with a teasing grin. Younger women were always a delight to tease. Or those less experienced or sheltered in general. Devonna could hardly remember a time when she was either. Sex never was a shaming point, at least from how her parents viewed things. Curiosity and an easily coax servant boy in the kitchens enabled her first time...and she never looked back. "I think the lady protests too much."<br><br>Devonna relaxed into her seat. While she had the best accommodations, it could hardly beat the comfort of a carriage. When Annette asked if they could stop so that she may relieve herself, Devonna gave the young woman a look and a tilt of her head. "You're awfully...red for someone who needs to make water," Devonna said. A scent wafted under the wolfess' nose--it was faint, but it was the definite hint of feminine scent. She gave the baron's niece a knowing smile. She stood up and sat herself close to Annette. "What does seem to be the trouble?" Devonna lowered her voice and whispered into Annette's ear. "Did the idea of consenting to my men having their way with you get you hot and bothered?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 22:27:11</strong>
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				"O-oh of course not!" She hurriedly tried to deny, frowning at Devonna. "I am a lady and I will not be taking part in such d-deviant games until I am married, I mean never, only loving relations with a husband!" She raised her voice a bit shaky but blushed up, her breath shaking her bosom a bit. She was aware of the fact her denying wasn't helping her out much but frowned, her pride warring with her need for some peace, before she sighed loudly. "A-alright, I don't want them to rough me up but hearing nothing about it beyond faint whispers that quieten when I am about leaves me curious but I don't want to be savaged by some brute..." She swallowed. "But putting those ideas in my mind isn't fair either." She added a bit awkward, looking down, protesting but a bit more feebly for the moment. <br><br>"I really do need to spill some water but I thought to try and wash myself a little when doing so. I got a little water and hankerchiefs in my bag under the seat, while travelling." She added a little awkward, looking away. "I was just planning to help out uncle a bit by doing this but it seems like I'm in more trouble than I can really handle right now."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 22:40:30</strong>
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				Devonna grinned when Annette finally admitted to her curiosity. The wolfess might have argued that the ideas she had whispered teasingly were already in the young woman's head and she just gave them manifestation, but she thought there was enough teasing already. "You're not really in trouble. But you represent an opportunity. I know several of my superiors where we're going; they'll see you are well treated. You are only carrying out your duty...as am I. That said, I can't let you leave this carriage. If you need to spill water, I can get you a chamber pot. And if you desire another sort of relief...I'm sure I can see that you are provided. Personally, I might add." She flashed Annette another smile. She walked over to the carriage door and opened it. <br><br>"Fetch my chamber pot," Devonna would ask of a soldier, hopefully one of her veterans. "It should be with my tent." Once she had the pot, she would close the door and presented it to Annette. "I imagine you'll need some assistance with your small-clothes." Assistance the wolfess would provide, whether or not Miss Rosa gave her a proper answer. Devonna would give the woman the courtesy of looking away while she did her business. Devonna would fetch the handkerchiefs from the bag under the woman's seat and sat herself down once Annette was finished and the chamber pot was handed off outside for emptying. Devonna patted her lap for Annette to sit on if the feline had agreed to Devonna's other offer. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>07-11-2014, 23:12:31</strong>
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				The fact she requested a chamber pot to the carriage had the young woman mortified for a moment but she trembled a moment before deciding quietly to make use of it. Embarrassed as heck, she allowed herself to be stripped down, the long skirt she wore for the simple but well made silken dress revealed stockings on her pale feet, and small but well made shoes she must have slipped on after the kick, her expression a red one on the moment Devonna's gaze came upon the white panties hugging her mound. She wasn't soaking them but a bit of damp drops were there, undeniable enough. They weren't pee either. Blushed up, she let herself be stripped and then waited till Devonna looked away to relieve herself, embarrassed to be doing so this close to another woman, but at least it was a woman not a man. Her breath a bit shaken at the embarrassment at the time, she swallowed awkwardly.<br><br>Hesitating a bit about the time, the young woman seeemed unsure what to think about it but finally sat down on Devonna's lap, seeming to decide it was the lighter of possibilities. "I don't like the idea of doing something that may be weird but at the same time I don't think I could go outside smelling the way I am." She at least admitted that much. The way the men were backed up, and smelling musk on the feline girl, she'd be walking bow-legged for a couple of weeks before it was over, unless Devonna took her place quickly. Then it'd probably just be a couple of days for her, and a silly grinn and a funny walk for Devonna. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>08-11-2014, 00:26:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devonna offered Annette a smile as the now pantie-less woman sat down on her skirted lap. "I wouldn't let them touch you if that were not your wish," Devonna whispered. The wolfess would have taken Annette place in a heartbeat, though not for the self-sacrificing reason one would have expected. If anyone was going to get her men's rocks off while they were in the field, it was sure well going to be their commander. With one of Annette's handkerchiefs in hand, Devonna lightly wiped the length of the feline's slit--not in a manner that was meant to illicit excitement, but maybe it would anyway.<br><br>She ran one of her hands softly down one of Annette's arms; she was bound, helpless with her arms behind her back. It brought out a certain dominance in Devonna that she didn't often display in bed without the guarantee of being held down and fucked silly. "What we're about to do isn't weird. It's a perfectly natural thing. But I won't touch your purity; I don't need to for just making you feel good. Two questions before we start: can I call you Anne? And are you ready?" <br><br>Once the feline answered those questions, Devonna would start softly running her fingers over Annette's folds, her thumb lightly brushing against her clit with each pass. The wolfess leaned in kissed the cat's neck, nuzzling her cheek against her. Unless Annette suddenly decided to be quick loud in her moans, Devonna would reach under the other woman's blouse and begin to fondle her breast. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>08-11-2014, 20:58:00</strong>
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				"I'm ready.. and alright, call me Anne." She answered a bit nervously, but the feline's eyes closed as she felt Devonna's fingers touching to her slit. A shaky breath rising from her throat but she felt the kiss on her neck, squirming a bit on that lap but not really making a racket. The touch on her breast had her blushed up but she bit her lip holding quiet, though the small bosom she had seemed rather tender, based on her squirms and wriggles, but the soft lips of her slit were getting rather damp quickly. She wasn't a leaky faucet but she certainly wasn't a dry gal when she started getting excited. Too repressed perhaps, it seemed that the touches were a bit new to her and she was wriggling while small gasps and faint moans rose out now and then. It was a show of trembling gasps and arching back as Devonna's fingers played along the small mound, the puffy lips slickened under the fingers, the clit stiff and her slit trembling against the fingers touch, her moaning growing a bit louder.<br><br>It was starting to rise a bit higher, and might soon be heard outside of the carriage. Whether or not it would bring people to peek in or if they'd be too disciplined to do it, right away at least, it would draw attention soon if she carried on getting this thrilled and even more so, the touching having her hips shake and push a bit against the touch, her bound hands squeezing one another as her stomach sucked in the perky little breasts showing the nubs stiff, her slit giving a stronger scent yet still not the same as a mound that had experienced what true pleasures could be. Her reactions were calming a little bit, still thrilled but no longer so squirming, relaxing and enjoying the touches more openly. "Oooohh...."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>08-11-2014, 21:52:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devonna felt like she had a duty to ensure that those under her care and command had proper release and relief--and it was a duty the wolfess took great pleasure in. She monitored the way Anne's body moved and squirmed against her own. More importantly, she was listening closely to how loud the feline's moans were becoming; last thing they needed was her men either peeking in and getting distracted, or getting downright envious that the commander took the only pussy they felt allowed to stare at for herself. Though, Devonna thought they would hardly be able to complain if they saw two women sharing a moment. <br><br>Devonna continued to tease those perky little breasts by pinching and tugging at those sensitive, stiff nipples. That hand would eventually move up, lightly resting on Anne's shoulder as the other hand continue to flick and tease the feline's clit and rub at the outer and inner folds of the mound. Even as Anne relaxed, Devonna knew that she wouldn't be calm for much longer. The wolfess nibbled on the cat's ear and covered Anne's mouth. She then slowly pressed one of her fingers into Anne's slit, not going too far as to break the hymen, if she still had one, but just far enough so that she could feel it. <br><br>"On your wedding night, it will hurt the first time," Devonna whispered. "But if you relax like you are now, then it will take the edge off and maybe you'll not feel anything at all. Tense up and you certainly will." A bit of advice from prior experience. She continued to lap at Anne's ear while her finger gradually built up speed in pleasuring the cat's sex. As Devonna built toward that climax, she would lick Anne's cheek to get her attention. When she looked, Devonna would remove her hand from her mouth and press her lips to Anne's, silencing her with the kiss that she sought to make as tender as possible.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-11-2014, 00:19:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Shaking a bit on Devonna's lap while hearing the wolfess' words as the nibblign on her ear had her tremble, she breathed shakily on Devonna's hand feeling the teasing finger within her slit. The touch found a hint of a hymen there, she may not have been riding the boys yet but given how small the little veil was, it seemed likely it would break with minimal or no pain at all, but it was hard to say. It didn't seem a bit and thick barrier at least, but it was there enough that some old crone checking for purity would've been satisfied though perhaps suspicious of self-pleasures.<br><br>Nonetheless, she moaned against the hand a bit loudly, muffled as it was, as the rubbing had her squirm a bit, moaning again and again though trying to relax, a blush on her face evident as the finger worked her to the edge, her bucking hips obvious as she climax hit, the feline squirting a bit of wetness on the seat next to them and on Devonna's fingers. The scent stronger in the air as she panted, shaky and seeming half-dazed by it, but a lot more relaxed, and a lot sleepier it seemed. The peak hit her hard and she was blushed up, but not able to really slip away, blushed up as she was, trembling a bit on the kiss still and flicking her tongue carefully to Devonna's lips as she lay there in the wolfess' arms at the aftershocks of her peak.<br><br>"Mmhaaa..." She sighed faintly, seeming about ready to fall asleep for a bit though. She wasn't used to the sensations, that much seemed rather likely, given how strong her reactions were.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>09-11-2014, 07:41:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devonna smiled at the feline resting in her arms--Anne was still red and now tired from her release. And looking every bit adorable. The wolfess would hold the cat for a while, letting her rest for a moment. Though, she wouldn't let Anne slip into sleep, pressing her honey-stained fingers to Anne's lips for cleaning. Eventually though, Devonna would coax Anne to the side so that she could dress her back into her panties and long skirt. Using another, or several, of the remaining handkerchiefs, Devonna cleaned up Anne's honey from the seats.<br><br>"I was maybe a few years younger than you when I had my first time," Devonna said. "I had no expectations for marriage placed upon me. There's nothing shameful in having fun." The wolfess would be more than happy to talk with Anne for as long as the other woman wished. While Devonna often found herself more relaxed around men and futas, she valued her conversations with other females.<br><br>When it came time to make camp for the day, Devonna would meet with Mira to discuss the matter of the old goat. "The old bastard's a traitor according to the notes we got from the camp. We're likely to get some extra points for taking him into custody--his fields certainly won't miss him. Your squad's the fastest moving I've seen so far. I'll be tasking you and another squad to make an approach from the woods on the goat's property. The rest of the force will move along the road and keep eyes there. You're to move quickly and subdue the goat. I want him alive to stand trial--but if you need to put him down, I wouldn't be opposed to the notion if it means protecting your men. We have proof he was an informant, so that should satisfy headquarters."<br><br>Lethal force as an absolute last resort, and to deal with other citizens on the goat's farm as appropriate--calling to stand down first, aim to subdue, and lethal when all else fails. Oh and to announce the charges to the goat as she put him in manacles, Devonna would remind Mira. Devonna hoped to have that matter squared away and be able to bring to her superiors three prizes from their expeditions. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-11-2014, 19:36:07</strong>
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				Panting a bit shakily as Devonna helped take care of her clean up and then dressing her again, much to her bright blush, the feline woman looked away a bit embarrassed noticing the wetness on the seat that Devonna took care of in a brief while. Hearing her out though, she seemed thoughtful about it and sighed faintly a blush on her face. "I guess it matters less if you aren't born high in power. People let you pick who you want to be with, rather than trying to hold you back and make you choose someone for the sake of power." She let out a long sigh seeming to consider it a duty more than usually, after the climax she had felt at Devonna's hands and the admission of experience that Devonna shared with her.<br><br>The time to make camp was met with some folks setting up tents for the night, while others began to prepare a meal, with others setting up a watch for the night. Everyone was trying to make sure they were ready for trouble but also recovering some energy for the coming day. Mira was quickly summoned, and smiling as she stepped into the tent set up for the Commander, the feline staying in the carriage, with simply a guard to watch the door stayed shut. With one door locked shut from inside and barred from outside, and the other door simply locked from inside, she was relatively safe as breaking in would've caused a racket, and she had only agreed to open to Devonna at the time. <br><br>Mira listened to Devonna's explanation while rubbing her chin and smirking a bit as she finally spoke up. "So, we are to move in and take the goat down, alive if possible. We can do that, just need to strike fast and hard when we got on the move. I imagine a bit of distraction might work. If you permit it, I think I might go in out of uniform, perhaps borrowing a towel.... a young woman who's clothes got stolen while bathing might have him ogling at a bust while not watching the side allowing other scouts to close on in. I doubt he'd appreciate seeing my dick but eh, a glimpse at the bust can make some men stupid, and if he doesn't see a uniform..." Mira smiled a little, but then cleared her throat. "If I am allowed to practice such deception. It is an idea originally thought up by our resident Vixen, but I thought to borrow the idea for this."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>09-11-2014, 19:57:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Of course Rose thought of this plan," Devonna said, letting out a laugh. "However, instead of requiring you to be mindful of your cock, how about you send someone that doesn't need to be considerate of such things?" The wolfess meant herself. She was hardly famous, and getting a good look of a slit would make the man much more inclined to help, if the old goat was still interested in such things.<br><br>"I will need a sheath I can tie around my upper thigh to house a small knife--we can hide it with the towel pretty easy," Devonna said. Just a little bit of insurance if she got caught out. "And then I'll turn on the panicked tears for seasoning and see if the old goat buys it. And while he's staring you'll already be closing in with bows and swords drawn." <br><br>The plan was certainly better than putting the whole column at risk of arrows, though it was potentially dangerous for the distraction. Devonna, as the commander, shouldn't have volunteered herself, but the wolfess wanted it to be very clear that she wouldn't ask her soldiers to do anything that she herself wouldn't do. Whether or not Mira insisted on accompanying her or making Rose go with Devonna mattered little to the commander. But it seemed like they had their plan in place.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>11-11-2014, 19:57:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mira watched Devonna a bit unsurely at the moment, but didn't protest too much, a faint frown apparent. "Ma'am, you are our commander and we'd rather you stayed alive. I won't refuse your aid in this but I hope you accept the fact the risks are not always worth it to lead from the front. In this instance there's not too much risk I believe, but for the future its best to consider it." Mira showed a bit of concern towards her but at the same time followed her designs, her orders. She was not planning to argue with her superior officer but neither was she blind and devout follower either, speaking up when she found it best to speak out what was on her mind. <br><br>"I'll get a dagger holster, I believe that our more unsavory types have a couple of them from their 'pre-army days' at hand still." She slipped away for a while, leaving Devonna to prepare, before finally returning with a dagger holding a small knife. It was rough handle with a few tally marks cut into it, and the blade itself seemed to have seen some rough use. It was clean though, and seemed to have been kept well when not in active use. "We'll set out a bit ahead tomorrow morning then. That agreeable to you commander? We'll move a bit ahead of the forces to stop the goat's plans before the men come in range. I'd rather not leave the hostage alone with the men for too long, a little while ought to be fine as she's behind a locked door but still."<br><br>Standing at attention, she waited to be dismissed or hear if Devonna had other matters to mention before getting a little rest. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>11-11-2014, 21:07:19</strong>
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				When Mira went to fetch the dagger holster for her, Devonna pondered what her head scout had said. Really, what was she doing volunteering for a mission like this? Sure the risk was low, but what if something would happen to her? What then? The wolfess was lost in thought. There was no real tactical advantage to her being there--Mira, and Rose if the serpent decided to bring the vixen along, were very pretty already, and as long as they tucked in their cocks and kept on their towels then the old goat would likely be none the wiser.<br><br>It was when Mira came back with the dagger and the holster and voiced the arrangements for their deployment, that Devonna realized what had been bothering her. And really, it was simple as her initial reason for wanting to go in the first place: she didn't want her men to think that she wouldn't do all the things she would ask them to do herself. Thumbing the hilt of the notched dagger she had been handed, Devonna sighed. <br><br>"The otter we fooled around with the other night," Devonna said. "He was among our dead. Just the other night he was enjoying my palm and fucking my pucker, and now he's gone. What kind of commander am I to put you all in harm's way when I don't do the same?" She smiled sadly and then shook her head at herself. "You're right though. A commander leads. And only from the front when it serves a purpose. I just know too many leaders treat their soldiers like pawns, pure and simple. But I think there's a reason for that. I can be as calculating, but I refuse to be that cold." <br><br>She placed the dagger and the holster into Mira's palm. "Take Rose with you," she added. "I'll be with the column, watching over our guest in the carriage. Just...make it back in one piece alright? I don't know what I'd do without my darling veteran futas." She offered Mira another smile and wrapped her arms around the woman, squeezing her close for a moment. Mira would be then be dismissed to make her preparations for the morning. Devonna just hoped their plan would be good enough to ensue no causalities on their end while they detain the traitorous goat. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>12-11-2014, 21:05:27</strong>
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				"We'll be careful." Mira smiled, seeming more relaxed on taking back the dagger. Her concern was genuine, and she nod her head approvingly. She trusted in her commander, and would follow orders, but she had made her own point in her own way as well. Sighing with some relief he bowed and made his way out, to let her rest then. The night ahead calling most men to lay down and rest easily. The next day saw the march start early, the soldiers grumbling after their meager meal was finished but hurrying back at the thoughts of their success perhaps permitting them to finally set out to make use of their pay. Smirking and boisterously chatting to one another, they were singing some of Cain's songs soon enough again, though a bit quieter so the carriage and the prisoner in them wouldn't be too scandalized.<br><br>Yet the scouts sent ahead to deal with the scout were late. Devonna's journey along with her men was a troubling time of waiting, knowing the others were taking a chance and though they'd argued to keep her out of danger, they had gone themselves. Hour passed, and another, the men on the move starting to approach the farm, but as they drew near Devonna's eyes were greeted by a sight of her scouts gathered outside the house, blood on their blades, and a figure laid down on the ground with a cloth over most of her.<br><br>The hasty approach revealed this to be Mira. Laying on the ground, eyes closed, she had a bolt snapped off with its head still buried in her chest, but she was breathing slowly as two others were treating her. The goat was nearby, bound and beaten up, and having received more than a few cuts. Rose looked grim and serious, but everyone was there and alive, though Mira looked like it was close for her for a moment. "We didn't dare move her in that condition." Rose explained on seeing Devonna's approach. "She's been recovering a bit, her nature lets her heal somewhat but without a healer we can't get the end of the bolt out." She winced, and lifted another bolt's head. <br><br>Wedged, jagged tip. The damn tips were shredder arrows used to make certain any prey shot with them would suffer, and attempts to pull them out would tear the wound open even worse. Such weapons were inhumane to use on the battlefield, barely tolerable amongst hunters who had to make sure that their prey, often the big variety, would die from the hit even if it got away for the moment. The sort of bolts which might have been shot at an attacking feral grizzly bear, not a brave soldier of the Realm.<br><br>"Bastard was oggling her openly before one of the rookies made a mistake, trying to get in the window without checking in through. Spilled some stuff of the table, alerted the goat, and before Mira got to cover..." Rose looked ready to receive her chastisement for failing to keep the scouts in order. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>12-11-2014, 21:55:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devonna's deep sense of worry was confirmed when they arrived at the farm and she saw the reason for why Mira hadn't arrived back with a successful report. No. No. Not this again! She rushed to Mira's side, ignoring her other soldiers and only listening to Rose's report with one ear. Devonna recognized the arrow head for what it was--an inhumane weapon barely tolerable for hunting beasts, and only those with the thickest of hides. Removing the jagged tip would prove to be fatal if done improperly--and Devonna knew enough about battlefield medicine to know that she was severely under qualified to even make the attempt.<br><br>That didn't mean she couldn't at least get the serpent back on her feet. The wolfess would take what medical supplies the two others were using to treat their squad leader and set to work herself. Devonna would do her best to stabilize Mira's condition without removing the arrow head--she needed an actual healer and that was something 16th company did not have. Once she was able to get Mira into a condition where she could be moved, Devonna would let out a sigh of relief. She would order for Mira to be brought to the carriage, where she would ride with their hostage and herself once she was done at the farm.<br><br>Devonna walked toward the captured goat. If his arrows were around, maybe on the ground somewhere or if they had been confiscated, Devonna would take one into her hand before making her approach. She swiftly delivered a kick into the goat's chest, knocking him to ground. Devonna rested one of her booted feet on the goat's throat and glared at him with absolute fury.<br><br>"You better damn hope that she makes it," Devonna barked. "If she doesn't, I'm going to save these arrows of yours and have you shot to death with them. A sadistic end to a sadist. You're under arrest for conspiracy, assaulting a soldier of the realm, and, above all, treason. Get this sack of shit out of my sight. March him at the front of the column. He will stand trial, but I don't give a damn if you see fit to rough him up if he doesn't simply walk at our pace."<br><br>Devonna had nothing to say about Rose's failure to keep her scouts in order, or anything about the operation. It was a success by most counts, and the wolfess could hardly blame what happened--the soldiers weren't trained for this sort of thing. And they had hardly any means to do so. Another thing to ask for. Devonna would find Cain and update him. "I'm going to have most of the column settle back at camp. I'll need you to maintain order while I and Gregory's squad heads to town to give our report, hand over the hostage and the prisoner, and get Mira treated." With that, Devonna would go back to carriage and watch over Mira during the rest of their march back. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-11-2014, 23:04:00</strong>
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				Mira's condition seemed serious, but not immediately lethal, she was stable after Devonna's attentions, the strike had hurt but removing the bolt without proper care and possibly magic was riskier than letting it be where it was right now. She was breathing with one lung at least, and could stay alive that way. Turning her attention to the goat Devonna was met with a battered old man, but his eyes held such malice, and sheer arrogance even as bound he seemed to think himself superior to her, and that look he gave her seemed to convey all that undilluted hatred in a way that might have made a fresh recruit piss herself if the goat was looming at full height holding a crossbow. Honestly, the guy gave some idea to the fact some old scriptures used to use goats to present the satanic characters of the old stories. That level of malevolence was hard to hide or fake, it just shone through that strongly.<br><br>The bolts lay somewhat nearby, thrown to the dirt after several of them had been snapped, but as Devonna picked one up the goat growled at her, only to be met with the kick to his chest sending him to the ground. Her approach had the goat snarl with hatred as she spoke to him though he did listen. "Those that willingly fight for the Realm deserve nothing more than contempt! All they can do is rape and murder, or lay about without helping anyone in trouble. If the bitch dies it just spares her future rape victims from enduring her log, being a bitch of a futanari that should have been drowned after she was born." The goat snarled to Devonna full of righteous hatred it seemed, the man's tone was fanatical despite her barking words and her threat. He might have been intimidated, but he was too stubborn to back away either. <br><br>The others gave the man a kick and a punch though, moving to drag him along with them in vengeance to what had happened to one of their own ranks. As Rose was leaving with her group, she lingered long enough to make sure that Devonna got the wounded serpent safely into the carriage to lay opposite to the presently sleeping feline girl. The approach towards Cain was met with a stoic silence as he listened to her words, bowing his head slightly as he accepted his responsibility and waved for Gregory and his men to approach.<br><br>The journey towards town began quickly, and they were crossing the territory at a faster rate along the road than on their way around through the woods the last time they came through. The split occured soon after, with the carriage and the people within making their way towards the town, as the rest of the company followed the other path back towards their campsite. <br><br>Soon, the familiar stone walls of the town came to view, and they began to near the edge, when there was a shout from Gregory. "Form up ranks, protect the carriage!" The large man was taking charge quickly, as a group of stiffly rushing ahead figures neared them. Blades slashed, and fists bashed forth, pommels of the blades striking rotting jaws and stabs and slashes tearing at the bodies. It was only a few rotters, shambling dead that had risen for one reason or another, but they had attacked them on a road that should be patrolled and kept safe. The homesteads nearby looked eerily quiet too. "This is strange." The man muttered to his forces, but they kept going shortly after, leaving the now truly dead corpses on the ground, given the importance of their task at hand. <br><br>On reaching the town walls, they were met with a sight of even more corpses laying around, most of them rather old ones that had grave-dirt still attached, others fresh and looking like they were poor people torn apart by the attack before the guards managed to subdue this. "You! What business do you have here soldiers!?" A guard captain shouted angrily at the gates. "We are-" He paused on noticing Devonna, quickly saluting. "Ahh, you have an officer along, my apologies, I am just, we have orders that the companies at the area should be looking for the damn necromancer who is behind this mess.." The man gestured at the dead outside the gates. "But you must be the company that had other duties. Uhm, yes the captain wanted to speak with you on your arrival, just head to the Headquarters..." He made way waving the other guards to move out of the way as well.<br><br>Ring-mail armors, along with halberdiers, and longswords at their flanks, with guards on the walls too. This place looked like the regular guardsmen in simple leather and maybe a chain shirt were replaced by men wearing gear more suited for actual warfare. It might not be plate-mail armors of knights but it was a definite step up to the usual sights. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>13-11-2014, 23:46:54</strong>
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				Having faced the goat's contemptuous glare and spite-filled words, Devonna would order for him to be gagged and hooded. Something had to happen to the goat to make him this fanatical with hate for the Realm, but whatever that was, Devonna cared little--he had hurt one of her own and that was enough to earn the wolfess' wrath. While in the carriage, Devonna held Mira's hand and rested the serpent head in her lap during the last leg of their journey. The wolfess would only leave Mira's side on two occasions: the first being after Gregory's squad had quite handily rebuked the risen that had attacked them. Devonna took a look at the now <em>really</em> dead corpses. It was strange, Devonna echoed Gregory's words to herself. The wolfess had certainly heard of the dead rising to attack the living, but this was her first time actually seeing it. What on earth was happening? Her thoughts immediately went to a barony terrorist or an internal dissenter, but she could hardly make any conclusions. <br><br>The second time Devonna stepped out of the carriage was when they finally arrived at the town gate. The carnage at the front gate was evident, and more than a little unnerving, but Devonna kept her composure together as she presented herself to the guard captain. An officer's uniform was a key that unlocked many doors and commanded instant respect...or ire. In this case it was the former. Devonna offered her own salute to the guard captain and listen to his explanation. "We've just returned from an excursion just across the enemy border," Devonna would say, but she wouldn't go into any specific, even if she was asked. 'Need to know basis', she would say. But the wolfess herself had her own questions, mostly to do with the state of the town and these recent undead attacks...and the necromancer literally raising hell. The fact they knew it was a necromancer might have meant they knew more. But whether or not the guards had those answers for her, didn't really matter. She was visiting headquarters anyway. <br><br>As they passed through the gate, Devonna stared a little enviously at the superior equipment the guards were using. When your town is under siege by the living dead, you would indeed break out your best, but still...she had crossed enemy territory for her assignment! Devonna resisted the urge to visibly pout. Once they arrived at the headquarter's building, Devonna would step out one last time and address the guards that were likely waiting outside the building. "Captain Devonna Blackhound, Commander of 16th Company here to report. I have an injured soldier in the carriage that needs a healer's attention immediately." If it made a different, Devonna would clue the guards into the fact that it wasn't an undead-related injury. Once Mira had been fetched, Devonna would ask for Anne to step out of the carriage; she would walk with her into the headquarter's building, asking Gregory to lead the goat. She would try to locate Alphonse Ashwood's office, the man that had sent her orders to her in the first place.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 19:33:45</strong>
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				Making their way to the headquarters was easy enough, and speaking up about the injured soldier got the healers moving in quickly to tend to it. There were a few kept busy by the military who weren't tending to the ones bitten, as a few people had to take care of the other things still too, and be ready for emergencies. They started to take care of Mira just as Devonna made her way to the hallways, being lead by one of the guards to find the office of the officer Ashwood. Anne and Gregory were hot on his heels, a rope around the goat's arms and the other end in Gregory's grip making sure that bastard kept along as well. <br><br>A knock on the door with a plaque reading the officer's name was met with a brief 'enter' before the guard pushed the door in and gestured for the company to step inside to face the officer within. This turned out to be an older wolf man with silvery-grey fur with a few black marks along his ears. His right eye was covered by a white patch, his right arm pale from the wrist up. It was a sign of healing magic to treat very serious injuries, the man must have lost a hand in the battle. Even with regeneration, it would take a very long time to resemble the rest of his fur, marking the spot for a length of time. He was not wearing an armor but the officer's tunic he wore was carried with pride, the only medal on his chest one of being wounded in battle, though a display case in the back housed several, from exemplary service to a Royal Cross, and other Heartstone medals of past injuries perhaps. He had an aura of strength and vitality about him, and a sharp eye on Devonna as she entered.<br><br>"Captain Blackhound. I have been hoping to hear from you. Your forces returned from a tough mission on the enemy's side only to face a period of unrest here as well. I am afraid after this, I will have to ask you to return to your camp with your men, and assign patrols on the roads while the garrison here at town is doing sweeps at the nearby countryside. We expect to have to take a month to clear out the trouble, and don't have enough men to take over those patrols in the meanwhile. Now, as for your mission..."<br><br>He cast a look at the captive feline, nodding his head in a polite fashion before turning to regard Devonna again. "I see at least one part of the assignment has been completed successfully, but what of the traitor?" He asked this seriously and then cast a brief look towards the Goat. "And why have you brought the old grump all the way here, and in chains?" He seemed to know the goat, and the distaste was obvious on his face though his voice sought to remain calm and neutral, though the words let it show what he thought about the goat as well. His eyes returning to look at Devonna seriously. "In fact, I'd like a full report, orally, if you would please. I have a feeling there's a lot more here to know, and I will make sure our guest knows not to speak of what she may overhear, so speak freely." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 20:23:14</strong>
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				Devonna would salute Ashwood promptly upon entering the office. She cast a brief eye around the office and noted the medals that spoke of an exciting service history. And the man himself, his body spoke of it too--very much of the stock of the grizzled heroes of bard tales. She would meet Ashwood's seriousness with calm professionalism--though it was hard to maintain composure under that serious gaze. "Was my intention to report fully here, sir," Devonna said. <br><br>She took a breath before launching into her oral report. "Sixteenth Company captured the traitor's camp, losing only three of our soldiers in exchange for the entire enemy camp; we fell the traitor by arrows. I thought the removal of his head would be too messy and ultimately not very useful. ...but I brought home a different sort of trophy to prove my victory." Devonna would produce the enemy intelligence she had gathered from the traitor's camp, handing across the maps showing locations of border patrols (and their schedules) and established camps, followed by the letters of correspondence between rival commanders. "These documents were found in the traitor's personal tent. My reason for bringing the goat in will become clear as soon as you see this." Devonna then handed over the list of informants that had been reporting to the traitor--the wolfess pointed out the goat's name on the list. "He's a traitor to the Realm. Not to mention he injured one of my subordinates during his arrest. The madam of the brothel in town seems to be a central focus of their information network in town. Obviously, I recommend her immediate arrest. As well as the following names...and these communications as my grounds: Officers Redmount and Dryscale for the crimes of providing information on commander skill assessments and tactics, and the malicious misappropriation of resources respectively. Father Shorttail for accepting bribes to pass along information to the brothel madam. And the head healer, Miss Poppy for intentionally botching treatment of key, important figures for the enemy." <br><br>Devonna set the evidence on the table one by one with each accusation. Those were for the malcontents in their town and headquarters. She held onto evidence for innocent townsfolk and officers pressed into enemy service against their will; the wolfess intended on visiting each one personally to let me them know the barony has no hold over them any longer. "Following the capture of the traitor's camp, Sixteenth Company ambushed Annette du Rosa's carriage the following morning--we slew the driver and Miss Rosa's bodyguard when they refused the offer to surrender. On our way back we made our arrest of this goat here." Devonna ended her report with a salute and awaited for Ashwood's reply. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 20:52:23</strong>
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				Looking at Devonna and then going through the papers for a few seconds, the aged wolf nod his head approvingly and lifted his gaze. "You don't do things half-way, you get things done. I can respect that. Now, the old man has proven himself a dangerous traitor, and traitors receive only one judgement here. Death. Have your men escort him to the stocks, and arrange for an immediate hanging. We don't need to give the old man time to escape, he's managed to elude justice before thanks to some friends of his who are unfortunately for hiim already named here." The wolf pat on the papers and watched the old goat paling slightly.<br><br>"I am going to rest easier knowing the traitor who lead his own men to a trap to murder good men and futas of the kingdom in cold blood for the sake of masking his defection by pretending to have died with his men, is finally dead and facing his own sentence in Hell. With how his forces were said to act, I imagine he'll meet a fair share of them. He was impressive but arrogant, and took up the task of breaking in former convicts in their chance for a new life in the military's service and a possibility of freedom if they reformed through honorable service. Now..." He turned his attention to the feline lady. "I trust you are unharmed, Lady Anne? I am aware this may well have ruined any of your plans but given the situation we are in, we would rather we can send a clear message to the Baron that he has to stop his attempts to raid our territory like a bandit, and put his men into a tighter leash. You will not face harm during your stay but I hope you will leave here more aware of what the Realm is actually like, not just the version fed by the fanatics of the Barony. I mean no insult to most people, but there are some radicals that teach a rather violent version of things in your homeland, and the truth would be disastrous to them. Which is all the more reason why I aim to let you find out for yourself how things really are so you can be a better successor than the baron is. I am aware he is not going to have children of his own, and I only hope you will be a wiser ruler in the future."<br><br>The feline girl bowed her head a bit, casting a somewhat apologetic look back at Devonna having hid that little fact earlier. The Wolf's gaze turned towards Devonna again then, and Ashwood spoke in a serious tone of voice. "I will draw up the arrest warrants for those men, if you'll wait a moment in the infirmary by your wounded soldier I'll have them delivered so you can move to take in the traitors personally as part of the reward for this. I shall see about sending your men some improved gear and..." He cleared his throat. "...if the situation wasn't ripe with trouble with the rotters, I would permit them a leave to make use of the town's house of ill repute to relax from any tension they may be feeling, but I'll have to ask you keep them in a tight leash till this problem with necromancer is over."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>15-11-2014, 21:26:39</strong>
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				Devonna couldn't help but smile with the praise she had been given. She was happy to have brought several measures of justice--and would be responsible for bringing in several more prisoners, but it was the recognition that made the wolfess beam. She never saw herself as a glory hound, but she would be lying if she didn't appreciate being rewarded for a job well done. She smiled at Anne, accepting her apology and wishing her the best. Ashwood did promise he would send improved gear to sixteenth company...it was what he said after that which drained the color from her fur. Devonna knew she hadn't misheard and given the circumstances--and what the guards said at the town gate--she had expected this...but to be told so directly...oh dear. She looked to Gregory to see what his reaction to the news was and imagined the whole camp not very much liking the news either. Devonna was supposed to keep a camp of nearly a hundred strong that had been without pussy or a woman's touch for nearly two months on a tight leash? How on earth was she supposed to do that? But as soon as she asked herself the question, the moment the answer came to her.<br><br>The wolfess quickly saluted, "I understand, sir. Thank you, sir. If I can make a few requests? I asked for shields about a week ago, but was declined; my company would appreciate the added protection. We've also encounter trouble dealing with heavily armored foes; some crossbows would likely assist with this. I have been using my scouts for special operations and would appreciate some expertise in training them for such activities. And of course, anything else you see fit." She bowed her head respectfully. "I will await your arrest warrens in the infirmary. Gregory, bring along the dead man." With that, unless Ashwood had anything else to say to Devonna, the wolfess would quickly make her exit, lest the moistness between the legs developed into musk. As they made their way to the infirmary, Devonna would say to Gregory, "See to it that the goat is hanged for his crimes. Charge him publicly if you need to--I trust some oration was part of your education, Gregory?" The tall hound was marked as a man of higher birth from the moment Devonna met him. She offered a smile and let him see to his assignment.<br><br>Devonna would make her way to the infirmary to see how her favorite serpent was fairing. And to see if she could spot the head healer, so that when warrant arrived, Devonna would be ready. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 00:25:43</strong>
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				Ashwood looked upon her seriously for a moment before nodding his head in agreement, seeming to find her requests acceptable at least on his part. "I will see what I can do about that, you have been through a hurried and challenging mission, providing results that you should be proud of. I will make sure the higher ups know it too, and press for you to receive what you requested. It may take until the end of this zombie-scare though." His expression was serious but he returned to work quickly, gesturing for Anne to take a seat nearby for a short while. <br><br>As Devonna stepped out then, Gregory nod at the instructions and went along to take the man to his fate, a smirk playing on his face as it seemed he did indeed know a thing or two about oration and what might be called for to get the goat's head squeezed by the rope for one last time. As he made his way out, she was given a chance to make her way to the infirmary, and to find the serpent woman she cared for. Upon entry, she came across a sight of bloody bandages set aside, as well as a young woman, a hare with practically no chest at all, with her fingers glowing pouring a bit of healing magic into the wound, fully concentrated look on her face. There was a tray nearby with an arrowhead on it, the wedges bloody and showing someone had tried to remove the arrow roughly. <br><br>There was a chief-healer around as well, the woman was a plump and motherly personality other than a black eye she was sporting, and a glare cast in Mira's direction said something about things. Mira herself was awake, though shivering a bit pinching her eyes shut as the hare-woman worked on her wound. "There... it should be a bit sore for the rest of today, and you'll be hungry tomorrow, but I dont think it will even scar." The hare finally said, straightening her back. The name-tag on her outfit named her as <em>'Warren Bitch'</em> but above it the name 'Sam' was crossed over crudely. She paused as she saw Devonna standing there, bowing her head. "Ah, excuse me." She moved to step away, a few of the other healers glaring at her. "Stupid bitch thinks herself better than us just because she got a little magic... must have whored herself to the old priest for some lessons I bet..." It seemed the hare-gal got a bad job-place, but there was little that could be done about that.<br><br>Mira meanwhile looked up at Devonna and smiled brightly, allowing a faint sigh to leave her lips soon after. "You see me at my worst, laid back and lazy... mmh, I hope you're not mad at me commander." She was smiling in a relaxed fashion though. A bit of scent in the air suggested she'd received some herbs to aid in dealing with the pain, perhaps after some idiot had tried to -yank the arrow right out of the wound- without realizing... or perhaps realizing... that it wasn't going to come out easily. "Sorry to say I got in trouble, had to clock the head-healer in the face for trying to yank the twig off my bust, felt like was gonna lose my fecking lung with that one so just reacted..." She offered a bit sheepish apology. Definitely less formal a bit tipsy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-11-2014, 01:09:57</strong>
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				Arriving in the infirmary, relief coursed through Devonna upon seeing Mira awake. She had already lost three during this expedition--Devonna didn't think she could stomach a fourth, especially one of her veterans. Of course, things weren't completely smiles. Devonna took note of Mira's attending healer and her name tag. The wolfess frowned at the explicit sign of bullying and the whispers of the other healers. The image of nurses on the battlefield all being the nurturing and kind types instantly shattered. Poor girl, Devonna thought. Maybe she could get a healer assigned to her company... she filed away the request for later. Devonna had already asked quite a bit of Ashwood, and didn't want to push her luck too far...but seeing the girl treated so did not sit well with Devonna. <br><br>Turning her attention to Mira, Devonna couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm not so much as mad, but annoyed that you were so proven right to insist I not put myself in your place." The wolfess reached out and cupped the serpent's cheek. "You gave me such a scare. Don't do that again. That's an order." She laughed at Mira's explanation for Miss Poppy's black eye and said, "Well, I wouldn't worry too much about that in a moment." In fact as she said that, a soldier stepped into the infirmary and handed Devonna the arrest warrants, as well as several pairs of manacles. "If you're well enough to stand and walk, then I'd love it if you accompanied me on some errands."<br><br>With that said, Devonna got up from her chair and approached the head healer. "Hello Miss Poppy, I apologize for my subordinate's behavior--you know how soldiers can get when they're wounded." When she got Miss Poppy talking, Devonna would spring the surprise by slapping a cuff on one of the head healer's arms and pulling back to cuff the other. The wolfess presented the arrest warrant. "But you'll be happy to know that you've been relieved of your duty." Devonna would push the head healer into the arms of the soldier that had arrived with the warrants. "To the jail with her, soldier. My thanks." While at the headquarters building, Devonna would present the arrest warrants to the Officers Redmount and Dryscale, ensuring that the whole room heard her and blocked off the exits. She would ensure they were brought to their new cells. While in the offices, Devonna would write a short memo to Ashwood, reporting the mistreated healer. <br><br><em>I understand you are short-staffed on healers, but one of the healers, a girl named Sam, is showing signs of abuse by her colleagues--clearly they think they would be better off without her. With your permission, I would like to have Sam assigned to sixteenth company, if not immediately, then when the rotter scare is over.</em><br><br>Devonna would go check on Gregory next to see if the deed with the old goat had been done. She would assign Gregory and half his squad the task of securing the priest, Father Shorttail, while she and Mira and the other half of the squad went to the brothel. "My apologies, men, but you won't actually be going inside. I'll need you to cover the front and back doors, as well as the sides of the building. Don't worry, I have arrangements in mind for your relief later." As they approached the entrance to the brothel, Devonna would break the news to Mira. "Due to the rotter scare, we won't be getting leave...I was told to keep a 'tight leash' on you lot until things get back to normal. I doubt the camp is going to like this." She would wait for Mira's response before pushing into the brothel doors. If they weren't greeted by the madam, then Devonna would certainly ask for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>19-11-2014, 19:05:04</strong>
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				Mira sought to get up, earning a few frowns from nurses, before she sighed and laid down again, trying to settle for a moment. Seeming to be feeling the hurt still, but watching seriously. The way Devonna advanced on the head healer caught more than a few people's attention, before the documents given to her gave the head healer both wide-eyes and a hissing glare a moment later. "What the hell, you are treating me like this in the middle of my duties!? You will lose your head for this, you hear me, your head!" She was raging, but the soldier grasping her arm moved to pull her along. From the looks of it though, if her hands had been free she would have struck at Devonna violently at that time. The cuffs were a good bit of forethought. <br><br>As the head healer was being dragged off, there was a shock evident in the other healers who sought to hurriedly continue carrying out their duties, while Devonna in turn moved around the building to take care of the others. The two officers seemed to realize the 'gig was up' when she showed up with the papers. The first one, a large clydesdale equine glared at her angrily, the copper red hair framing a majestic, handsome face, yet the eyes showed a rotten soul beyond. Power-hungry bastard who's office had some rather expensive trinkets here and there. Honestly, people had to be stupid to not realize they were things not even an officer's salary could afford. The other man, a scaled lizard-man, looked up in apathy and silently nod while standing up. "Nothing personal. I just want to see the Realm fall." He stated coldly to Devonna. There was no passion in the man's voice, no anger. Just calm acceptance, or apathic lack of care. As he was escorted away he wouldn't have even needed the cuffs, though he was locked in them just in case.<br><br>The walk to the execution block was met with a shock however. Gregory was laying on the floor with a sore jaw, a hoof-print in it still, an icepack against it. At least the cause of it was apparent nearby, the goat's purple face showing the death hadn't come quick or easy. The man had dropped, and instead of having his neck snap, he had choked to death, but apparently got the veteran with a kick in the face, knocking him off the platform. Still, the other soldiers kept their distance respectfully, even as Gregory looked like he'd get a nasty shiner from that hit. Still, he had a strong skull and it seemed the worst hit was to his ego. Nodding to her briefly, he got ready to follow along and go after the remaining bastards. <br><br>As Devonna arrived to the brothel, her soldiers moved to position, Mira included, while a few of them growled about 'unfair bastard brass with no sense of the need for ass among the men', though Mira's comment was a more direct one. "You might want to pick up some lotion while we are here or herbal remedies for sore places, if so..." She seemed to be a bit drunk or high still but her tone was more formal, her words lowered to a whisper so the others didn't hear. <br><br>The step inside found her greeted by a sight of a lounge with some half-dozen young women about, another half-dozen more mature beauties scattered about. Amongst them, there was maybe enough cloth for 2 whole outfits, but what they wore was meant to conceal only enough to leave a customer wanting to see the rest. That was, until they entered and a large poodle-woman with fine white fur walked in from an office at the back, a pleasant smile on her face, but the fluffy pink scarf around her shoulders framed the pale face and the deep brown eyes watching her curiously. "Mmm? We don't get too many skirts, but I am sure we'll be able to please you. You are an officer though, aren't you? Heheh, if you want to negotiate group prices, I got a few girls who need 'discipline' and could use a bit of a rough time, if you're willing to pay for the time they'll spend healing as well as the higher pay for the groups..." She smirked a bit jokingly but at the same time somewhat serious, stepping closer, a smell of sex thick around her, a musk that lingered and seemed to try and entice one's arousal. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>19-11-2014, 19:46:57</strong>
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				Making her first few arrests were easy, but it troubled Devonna as she faced each of the people on her list. The officers and the head healer, they were important people in the town, to the Realm's cause; while it didn't exactly surprise her that there were people out there looking to lined their own pockets or become turncoat, it made Devonna wonder what could have happened to these people to consider it in the first place. Well, maybe she could get the transcripts from the interrogations later.<br><br><em>Oh, I know exactly how important the need of ass is to among the men.</em> Devonna thought, as she saw her soldiers move into position. She would smirk at Mira's comment, the serpent well aware of Devonna's desires and the situation that faced sixteenth's company's pent up desires. When they entered the brothel, Devonna felt more than justified for telling her men to wait outside. No way any sane man would be able to keep focus when surrounded by the sheer amount of exposed flesh and titillating clothes. Not to mention the faint scent of sex was abound...especially on the madam of the establishment. <br><br>The woman's pretense was...intoxicating. Devonna herself had a hard time keeping a clear head as the woman spoke...and her scent...it was a thick musk that didn't so much as waft up to her nose in a light caress, but ensnared it. Miss Poppy was...no wonder the officers that spilled their secrets here were so enticed to talk. The wolfess was seriously tempted to ask for a bit of the Madam time...but Devonna remembered her own plans for the evening. The whole camp all to herself, if they would have her--and Devonna very much doubted that they would refuse. Still...there was something odd about Miss Poppy. There were seductive minxes, and then there was this, the focal point of a sexual storm.<br><br>Shaking her head and laughing, Devonna said, "I appreciate the offer; my men are very backed up. ...but I would like to see to my own needs first. And I think that you, Madam, would sate them quite well." Devonna moved in closer, closing the gap between them. She wasn't a good liar, but when it came to flirting, Devonna thought she had quite the silver tongue. She would attempt to put the madam in a pair of manacles, holding her breath in to avoid breathing in that thick musk and trying to keep on the lookout for anything more suspicious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>19-11-2014, 19:53:33</strong>
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				"Me? Ooohhh my aren't you a charmer, I am sure I could entertain you for abit, but I often leave things to my girls here, unless there's someone can entice me with tales of their abilities that can really make me quiver, words that excite me, a hint of power to thrill me..." She whispered close to Devonna's ear, those words and the scent along her sides seeming to try and compel words from her throat, yet her closeness allowed Devonna to move in for the kill, the manacles snapping on the hands brushed to Devonna's sides, the snap catching her off guard and making her shove Devonna back but not before the other wrist was in place too, and secured together. She growled angrily and glared at Devonna, before rushing ahead and trying to smack the wolfess with her forehead.<br><br>Of course, Devonna was a military woman and though close combat wasn't her focus, the luck was on her side as she managed to get her head out of the way, as the poodle's head smacked on the back of a large armchair that had been behind Devonna. Pulverizing the wood, and sending the pillow flying across the room as the woman groaned rubbing her forehead with both hands, partially stunned. Still, the attack and the shackles seemed to clue the brothel's workers that something was wrong, and screaming they rushed out of the lounge, where as upstairs a few men and a lone futa with a small cock maybe the size of Devonna's pinky, hard, looked out of their rooms along with their companions, but staying away from the duo.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>19-11-2014, 20:06:19</strong>
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				With the manacles in place, Devonna sidestepped the madam's headbutt and let the poodle knock herself out on the armchair right behind the wolfess. Close quarters combat was indeed not Devonna's strong suit, so she said a silent thank you to whatever god of luck was watching over her and her reflexes. Sweet talking a sweet talker, Devonna could say that she was better--though she did have the advantage of not wanting to be charmed. And having a whole camp waiting for her in the evening. As the chaos broke out in the brothel, Devonna attempt to call for calm. "Your madam is under arrest for conspiracy. Unless any of you are in on the whole thing, then you have nothing to worry about--just expect the town guard to stop by later on non-personal business." Devonna wasn't granted the authority to arrest the whole brothel by any means. Nor did she have enough manacles. <br><br>"Take the madam out," Devonna told Mira. She leaned in close, "And I'll be sure to get plenty of herbs for soreness after this is done." She smiled at the serpent. Devonna meanwhile went to the office to see what she could find, any evidence or materials of current secret leaks and such. After Devonna acquired what she could, she would meet Mira and the rest of the squad outside. They would go to the church next to see how if the pride-wounded Gregory made up for his blunder at the gallows earlier. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 20:26:08</strong>
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				Mira saluted and headed along with the others to secure the madam to carry her along after that latest attack. Nonetheless, Devonna's steps brought her quickly back over to the office to look around, finding a number of things. Townsfolk that had slipped things, accidentially or not, that she had recorded. Lots of it was inconsequential but would help finding dissidents and rebel-rousers rather easily, and not only that there was markings of which smiths were selling weapons under the counter to subversive groups, as well as even smuggler contacts. It seemed that a lot of those documents were set down near an ever-burning candle on her desk, in case of a raid she might have dropped the candle and those papers to a trashcan and walked away with no evidence to convict her left behind, but now they painted a rather dark picture. From the looks of it some of those documents were more than a decade old. This was something that had been organized a fair while ago. <br><br>Along those documents were a few drawn images, including her own, with scant details about them, a marking to 'investigate' all of them. One of them however, a young commander feline by the name <em>Axetail</em> for some reason, was marked down as "bastard son of a noble, embittered, ready for treason, but on the wrong border. Keep watch, one of academy's top graduates but loyalty to the realm hanging by a thread because of his obnoxious father taunting him of lineage being unrecognised because his mother was a maid. Suspected that if his father's head on a pike was offered to him, he would swear fealty to the Realm or any of&nbsp; Realm's enemies depending on who gave him justice."<br><br>The walk to the church met with the sight of a shackled priest being escorted out, but an angry looking Gregory holding a set of documents in a shaking grip before he saw Devonna, nodding his head slightly. "Guess what? This bastard's been leaking church's funds to pay for traitors and spies. He's actually the source of a lot of hush-money, and 'laundering' some dirty money 'donated to the church' and then 'spent on good causes'..." His tone made it clear he thought the priest was lower than a cockroach. "Unfortunately a lot of it is in shorthand, not much help finding out who the shorthand markings correspond to."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 21:19:15</strong>
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				Devonna bit down her shock when she found the madam's documents, some going back to when the wolfess was barely a woman. Considering the history between the Realm and the Barony, Devonna knew she shouldn't have been all that surprised, but the fact that the operation had been going on for so long without interruption was...disconcerting. Well, hopefully the Realm's spymasters would be able to resolve things with what Devonna found. She spent some time looking over the information that the madam had about Commander Axetail. Axetail...Was he part of Devonna's graduating class? The graduates numbers barely above the double digits, so Devonna should have had some recollection. Whether or not she knew Axetail was of little consequence. His allegiances and how to keep them was what interested Devonna even more. Of course, if Axetail was his bastard name and not his noble name, then there was no way for Devonna to know who he was a bastard of...and on what side of the border that noble family was on. Perhaps Devonna would set up a meeting with Axetail some time in the near future.<br><br>Arriving at the church, Devonna accepted the documents and Gregory's report. She smiled over at the shackled priest, even more so knowing that the tithe and other donations to the church wouldn't be funding their enemies any longer. "I found some documents in the madam's office. Maybe something there will help us with the shorthand. ...but I think Ashwood knows a thing or two about getting people to talk. Good work, Gregory. I just have a few more stops to make." She handed off the documents she found in the madam's office to Gregory. She kept the information about Axetail for herself. "Rendezvous with Mira at headquarters. Wait there for my return. My remaining stops are personal errands." <br><br>Devonna's would make her stops to the Town's Alchemist, the Mayor's Secretary, and, finally, back to headquarters to visit with Commander Bareclaw. She would discreetly deliver the blackmail material she found. "I found some good kindling, perfect for starting a fire. The shop I got it from is, fortunately, out of business," she would say to each of them. They were pressed into doing what they did, there was no way Devonna could blame them. She would ask the alchemist for some salves for soreness, wish the secretary the best of luck, and told the commander that he could repay her by buying her a pint when the nonsense with the necromancer was over. The wolfess would finish her business in town by reporting to Ashwood that all the arrests had been made. If there was nothing else Ashwood required of Devonna, she would take her leave with her soldiers. <br><br>It was back to camp for what would certainly be an exciting night.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 22:21:31</strong>
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				Devonna's words to Gregory were met with a brief salute before he walked away, but her arrival to the alchemist's store was met with a wafting aroma of something sweet and enticing, something that sought to leave a person's mouth watered and their stomach growling. The robed figure's hood was up so only the light of those deep blue eyes was visible from beneath, thick gloves on the alchemist's hands as he seemed to have been preparing something on the moment of her arrival. Bowing his head slightly, the alchemist lifted the wooden spoon out of the cauldron setting it aside, then turning to face her for the business at hand.<br><br>On receiving the package, the alchemist trembled visibly, but then nod his head, moving to set the documents into the fire beneath the cauldron, turning to snatch a few vials from the shelf and packing them together for her when she mentioned the need for something to help with soreness. There was a fair share of such vials and a jar of salve there, alongside a few others. Burn-paste, healing potions, as well as some white powder marked simply as 'blood clotter, for treating open wounds'. The alchemist then proceeded to pack these things to a bag from under the shelf and setting it before her, bowing his head. All of this he did quietly, but then noticing her expression tapped a nearby sign on a shelf. <em>"Excuse me, I am mute, so don't take offense if I don't greet you back by voice."</em> <br><br>This done, he returned to tending to the cauldron, the scent in the air an appetizing one, yet also exciting to the senses. It wasn't food he was brewing obviously, but whatever it was left a scent that would've made people storm a bakery to buy its good or had a farmer's whole harvest gone in a moment if they contained such a scent to them. <br><br>Nonetheless, as Devonna visited the mayors' secretary she was met with deep bows and shaky thank yous repeated all the way to her walk outside. Bareclaw in turn looked at the documents silently for a moment before sighing. "They're a weakness I allowed myself. I should give these to my superior and let them become aware of it, best that such a thing is out in the open and never threatens my loyalty again, and they know who needs to know and who doesn't." He seemed entirely serious, facing the consequences but trying to keep it out of the public eyes at least. Nonetheless, as Ashwood granted her leave to return to the camp, the soldiers looked abit annoyed at not having had a chance to visit the brothel, but Mira and Gregory kept the order firm on the march back to the campsite.<br><br>Back at the 16th company camp, the tents were up, the food was being prepared, and from the looks of it Cain was conducting training drills with everyone, though there was a moment's pause as the guards noticed their approach, shouting to the camp. It was the sexy Vixen Rose that approached them first, saluting. "Oh Commander, my Commander, we got a bit of weird news for you! We returned to find a sneaky guy in a robe going around our camp and whacked him on the skull, only to have skeletons jump at us from the shade. None of us are badly hurt but it was weird enough we strung the fellow up to a post nearby to wait for you, and the lads have been taking their fun in throwing rocks at the fella." She gestured back, where a man in black, long robes was indeed secured to a pole at the heart of the camp.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>27-11-2014, 22:43:52</strong>
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				Arrest made and good deeds accomplished, Devonna made the march back to their camp with more than a little measure of pride. She mentally rehearsed how she was going to break the news to the whole camp...and how she was going to announce that she would personally compensate them for the news. Seeing that the guard towers were staffs and readily announced their return made Devonna smile--it was good to know that her presence had instilled proper discipline into her soldiers. All the more of an excuse to reward them. Her concerns about the news was immediately overshadowed when Rose waltzed up to her with absolute sing-song. <br><br>"If I didn't know better, you're telling me we caught the necromancer," Devonna said. The wolfess had planned to mostly wait that out, until otherwise directed by headquarters, but the possibility that they already caught the guy raising the rotters? The wolfess immediately beckoned for Mira, Gregory, and Rose to follow her to the heart of the camp.<br><br>Stopping before the black-robed man, Devonna smirked. If he was still hooded, Devonna would pull back the hood to expose his face. "Well, well, what do we have here? A sneak-thief with a backing band of skeletons? Or is it the one causing us so much tomorrow in the region as of late?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 00:00:29</strong>
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				The man winced, glancing at the officer with some fear and trepidation evident. "J-just a poor wanderer trying to make a living, abandoned camps often have some forgotten things... uhm, I'm not really fooling you am I?" He sighed, seeming to cower before her gaze, that smirk seeming to make the shaking rat-man more than a little afraid. "I don't know magic, I was just trying to find something useful quick. The skeletons were with me but only obeying me because of a token I had with me. Your men shattered it and they would've eaten me as well if they weren't struck down by the soldiers. I didn't expect anyone to show up so they were mostly there to deal with a patrol that I might run into if they were too suspicious, I was just meant to find out why the camp was empty, I, I, please don't kill me!" He squealed and squirmed, the rat-tail shaking within the robes he wore, looking panicked.<br><br>"I-i'll tell you what I know! You see, the man who has me and a few others, people like me, working for him has some know-how about magic and the rotters in particular, ummh, but with the whole fighting going on around here he has ready supply of corpses to work with but he needs something else, and has us looking. We don't know what exactly but it is obvious he is in a hurry. The one who brought him some good news before walked away from that meeting with enough money to buy himself a town-house and a kept mistress to live with for years, or enough to really turn a new leaf in life if he so chose, so everyone's eager to find him what he wants if he pays that well! Ummmh and he pays in actual gold, not those realm silver coins but actual gold ingots, just think about the value of that!" Shivering a bit at the time the man swallowed. "I could hardly say no, I want to live in luxury pampered by dozen beautiful mice-women all day and night, especially night, and I thought I'd not hurt anyone as long as I didn't get caught and threatened, s-so I'm sorry for all this I was just trying to make a quick bit of money, please don't kill me, hurt me, don't do me any harm!" He pleaded almost sobbing, seeming to be panicked. The truthfulness of his fear was pretty certain, or he was a convinced actor, for he portrayed the role of a coward to the point of actually <em>pissing himself</em> looking at her smirk. A few nearby men grasping their nose and frowning at the stink.<br><br>Mira and Gregory looked at one another, having heard of the necromancer before but Rose looked a bit more curious and unsure what to think about things yet, but curious as she smirked a bit as well chuckling. "Awww, maybe we ought to strip this fellow naked and have him marched to the town at the end of a rope to get a bath, and a nice play to hang." Her bit of word-play, and the gesture of tugging a rope above her head making the rat-man pale even more. She dashed off soon after to return then with a clay-icon of some sort that was broken into pieces, but seemed to resemble a small skeletal figure. "Found this where he got knocked down. Ah well, doesn't look that great to me." She looked over the figurine, though Devonna's nose would catch a whiff of the swamp's smell from the figurine, along with pitch. Hardly a well-travelled area, and a lot smaller than the woods along the border.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>28-11-2014, 00:35:35</strong>
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				Wolves were known to make other species particularly nervous without doing much in the way of threatening. Foxes were generally better at convincing people at the speed of a smile. In any case Devonna didn't expect the rat man to spill everything he knew. She listened seriously, and watched the man even closer, trying to see if he was lying. The fear she was able to smell on him was genuine. Piss or no piss, Devonna suspected that he was telling the truth. Actual gold ingots though? Either the real necromancer was pulling some trick on these poor pawns or he really was wealthy...or well funded. Devonna couldn't discount that possibility.<br><br>To keep up appearances, Devonna laughed when Rose made her suggestion. "Well, since he'll likely be tried for treason, I say that idea may be a mercy," she gave the rat another grin. Taking the ruined token from Rose, the smell of swamp and pitch was more than evident. "You might spare yourself the punishment if you tell me where this man is working." Devonna suspected the swamp, but she wanted the rat to confirm it. If that was the case, she would have what she needed to write a report and send a bird back to town. She needed all hands at the camp or nearby...for personal, as well as business reasons.<br><br>Whether or not the rat man confirmed Devonna's suspicions, the wolfess would give the order to gag him and put him up in a cage. She would approach Cain and ask him to gather the camp. "I have some unfortunate news and an...announcement. Everyone will want to present for it. I'm going to send a report to headquarters--I should only be a few minutes." <br><br>Devonna would make her way back to her tent, which hopefully was set up despite the entertainment their new 'guest' had brought. Devonna would right to Ashwood, telling him that her company had captured what appears to be an agent of the necromancer. She would include that the necromancer seems to offering sizable rewards to his agents for the location of some object and said agents have some sort of token on them that allows for the command of undead. She would also include that upon examining one of the tokens, she suspects that the necromancer may be working out of the camp (and the wolfess would also include the agent's confirmation of this if he gave it). All of this she wrote in using a standard code, just in case the information fell into the wrong hands. Devonna would send along the messenger bird herself. <br><br>And now for the fun part. Devonna didn't make any special preparation for herself, instead opting to go before her camp in her usual clothes. And with a deep nervous thumping in her chest. Once she was before them, Devonna would look out among the hundred...no, ninety-seven faces. She smiled sadly for a moment before her vigor renewed itself. "We stand here victorious; we crossed into enemy territory and we slew a traitor to the realm and have done much to help weed out some of the malcontents in our fair country. You're all heroes, each and everyone of you. And I am glad to be commander," Devonna started. "Command will be sending some better equipment our way soon. Now...onto less fortunate business. I am well aware of the...situation you all face. But I am sorry to report that due to this rotter business that headquarters has denied requests for leave into town." She waited for them to get the uproar out of their systems. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 18:07:51</strong>
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				"T-the man doesn't let anyone see where he works from b-but he has people meet him at the swamp, with signs pointing the way, b-but if you show up when he isn't expecting s-someone the signs lead you to your death..." The rat-man whimpered a bit panicked. "H-he wants to have people report on Sundays if they gotta reach him fast." He spoke hurriedly trying to earn his freedom, despite the fact getting free seemed unlikely to happen at all. Nonetheless, he squirmed in his bindings before the gag was put in place, and the man found himself thrown into the cage. Cain nod his head quickly moving to gather everyone for the talk, seeming to have his suspicions already about the matter. <br><br>The message to the headquarters had been sent quickly, but it was enough time for Cain to assemble the troops into rows to wait for her words, other than the men in the towers watching the path to the camp, they were all there now. Seeming to listen intently, there were a lot of proud smiles and grins at her mention of their triumph, which turned into stunned silence and surprise at hearing her news about the leaves. It was obvious it took a lot of effort for them to restrain themselves, but a few men were growling with one another already. "No leave after all that? Seriously? What the hell is the command thinking..." "Lousy brass wants to shine their own medals rather than let us get our dip our balls to some polishing juices, gahd my cock will be building a layer of dust on it from disuse this way..." "That's just plain nasty..." "But if there's more of the dead it would make sense..." "We caught the rat-bastard, end of story..." It seemed a lot of thoughts were being exchanged by the masses, but more than a few people were looking at her way hoping for more information already, trying to shush their companions for this purpose.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 18:48:16</strong>
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				In her message to command, Devonna made sure to include all of the rat man's knowledge--and included a word that he has been rather forthright with giving the information. She thought on this as her company responded to the news. No surprise that they felt cheated, even with and because of their accomplishments in the field. She couldn't blame them. When she saw that her company was ready for more announcements, Devonna would continue. <br><br>"I know it's unfair and you're...suffering for it," the wolfess said. "Which is why I have an alternative solution. We need the camp and the perimeter secured first. My officers, step forward." Devonna had prepared ten scraps of parchment, which she held in a closed fist. "This is a lottery. On two of these slips are ink blotches. The rest of them are numbers. The officers who draw the blotched slips will take their squads on the security assignments. The rest of you can remain here." She motioned to her officers to make their drawing. Once the squads were determined, Devonna would assign one to keep the watch towers staffs and the immediate perimeter secured. The other would watch the road at the base of the hill. Devonna dismissed them to do their duties before she finished with the rest of her announcement. <br><br>"Those of you lucky enough to stay, I trust you to be orderly. The numbers the rest of you drew, that's your assigned squad order." She had all but spelled out exactly what she intended to do. "You're good men. Those of you with checkered pasts, you're still good; you fought just like the rest of us. I make this offer because I know you're good men. I'm sure you're all dying to know what I intend to do." <br><br>Devonna let the wonder cook for a little longer before she took off her tabard and handed it to one of her officers. She slowly began to unbutton her blouse enough to let her breasts be visible. Devonna kicked off her boots and let the feet of her stockings get dirty. She reached under her skirt and pulled down her panties and kicked them off. Smiling at the lucky squads that were able to witness the first round, Devonna simply said. "Squad 1, step forward." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 19:13:37</strong>
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				The 'lottery slips' were quickly drawn, the men watching intently, seeming to figure there was something worth seeing going on from the way she had put her words, and watching her officers they weren't sure what it was. Malus held one of the black-blothed slips, drawing a groan from his men who moved to walk up to the walls. Big, stupid and boisterous lot, they fit their officer's personality on that. Malus shrugged and moved along without much of a word after seeing he had drawn a blotch. The next was Raul, the company's veteran 'cook' who had made his own part in the fighting by proving he was good at chopping down trees too, when the carriage was to be trapped. He and his men joined Malus at the watch-duty, seeming a bit reluctant to leave but allowing the rest to gather around near Devonna.<br><br>"I got the first one." A voice rose, the brown-furred rabbit lad speaking showing his slip with the little knife of his holding it up high for his group to see, the lone '1' on it evident, the rabbit lad lowering the knife and the slip then, watching his group gather. Men all of them, Nick's group seemed to be rather well trained but the way he was acting, it seemed he expected them to be the same as him, for most part quiet though still a serious threat to anyone that would mess with them. <br><br>Seeing Devonna starting to undress caught them by surprise though, as Mira smiled calmly, and Rose actually chuckled. The vixen grinned lewdly while admiring the figure being exposed, until the panties came off of her figure, a chuckle escaping her loudly as a soldier dove ahead to snatch the kicked-off panty from the air, blushing severely at realizing he had moved out of the row to do so but looking at Devonna a redness evident on his face. <br><br>The command to take a step ahead had the men swallow, but Nick gestured them to proceed, staying at the side of his squad leading them on to stand before her. Unlike the rabbit lad, his forces were openly letting their eyes roam over her figure. Two white mice, a grey-furred rabbit lad, a slender house-cat lad that was almost feminine enough to pass for a flat-chested futa, and three otter lads with bright hopeful eyes watching her, along with a fox-guy with messy red hair, a lone seal-guy with smooth fair skin, and lastly the veteran himself, leading the squad. "Could it be you are ah, suggesting you are willing to uhm", the fox-guy sought to ask looking at the blushed up otter-boy holding the panties, when Nick snorted. "They're all wondering if they'll get to stuff your twat for a while I bet. Not a bad idea but unexpected." The rabbit lad had a brief smirk, the black spot over his eye in his coloration giving the smirk a somewhat sinister look but he was appreciatively looking her over as the rest had, just more in control of the rest of him. <br><br>Though not one of them was without a sturdy tenting effect going on in their trousers, the one holding to her panty seeming to be trembling and wetting a small spot on the pants somewhat in the front from the build-up of his excitement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 19:29:32</strong>
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				"I can see the whores swooning for you now, Nick, with talk like that," Devonna said, returning the rabbit's smirk with one of her own. "If I didn't intend for my nethers to plundered, then I would have kept my panties on." She glanced at the soldier that dove that caught her panties. "Feel free to pass that around...could be a while before your turn." <br><br>Addressing her whole company, Devonna began to strip more, unbuttoning her blouse all the way, leaning back to allow the sleeves to slide off of her. Her bra came next, which she flung in the direction of Gregory's squad. Her bosom completely exposed, she regarded her men, glancing down to see where their bulges were at. Devonna tried not to lick her lips. "Yes. The answer is yes. If command won't allow my men to go seeking their relief, I will provide for it. Directly, as I am now. I've heard the whispers. Consider it a bonus, if you have to, of a job well done. Now. Squad 1. Are you just going to stand there staring or should I let Squad 2 take over while you recover from your shock?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>10-12-2014, 19:32:55</strong>
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				The scrambling ahead was immediate, as she found several hands brushing against her form, a grope against a breast met with a brief spank on her bottom, a pair of fingers brushing over her slit's lips while the fox-guy leaned ahead to kiss on one of her breasts, suckling on the nipple, where as Nick was calmly moving behind her, fingers brushing on her shoulders, a whisper to her ear evident from him. "I'd love to have bent you over in some place, but doing it with a whole squad, my my...I wonder how we'll arrange that..." He cast a look at the other squads, more than one of them seeming to be fidgetting, the people staring at her in open shock and with blatant hunger for her form evident. <br><br>"Ohhh Merde, how sweet your box smells..." The voice of the mouse-boy before her was thick with hardly contained lust, where as the other mouse-lad had moved to her side kicking off his pants, moving to grasp her right hand and bring it to his hard shaft, the mouse's throbbing shaft dripping first drops of precum already. "Mmmh, seems you got so many scrambling for the first place I'd be better off seeking what I can get..." He shuddered squeezing her hand around his shaft.<br><br>Nick's hips brushed her own, the rabbit's hard cock brushed against her buttocks, as he growled to her ear. "Perhaps I ought to show you why the rabbits have a reputation for being so fertile... we do practice a lot after all, though worry not, this time I imagine it'd all just leave you with a sore behind.." He smirked, grinding that hard cock against her asscheeks. Just as the other mouse-lad sniffed his fingers, the otter lads groping her bosom and on her pussy's lips, a short groan rising from the mouse-lad besides her squeezing on his cock with her hand, the fox-guy lifting his mouth off her twat while the house-cat that looked a touch girly exposed his hard cock trying to push his way into the crowd to get closer, the crowd wrapping around her so it was hard to even get a good look at her in the middle of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>10-12-2014, 20:31:44</strong>
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				She laughed when the men scrambled forward, doing what they could to get a piece of her, groaning under their touches, letting out a surprised moan at the spank. Her soldiers didn't need to be told a third time. "Rose bent me over my bathtub," Devonna said back to Nick. "Though I'm sure you could have me bent over on the ground~" <br><br>Devonna properly pumped the shaft of the mouse lad trying to self service himself with her hand. Her other hand sought out another cock and gave it the same treatment. This was everything she was expecting, and so much more. The way they hungrily came at her, the way they were now lapping at her body and feeling her up--the fox with his lips on her pussy was getting plenty to link. Devonna looked around at the encircling crowd. Feeling Nick press against her ass cheeks made her wonder if the alchemist's remedies were going to really help her in morning. She allowed such thoughts to leave her then--this was no time for thinking.<br><br>"You want to give me pups, Nick? I doubt even rabbits can overcome the effects of Maiden's Tea. Or I guess when I drink it, it's Slut's Delight," Devonna said. With a foot and gently touched the fox that had been seeing to her pussy with his tongue. She would guide him onto his back so that she could mount him properly. She moved forward, disentangling herself as best she could from the other men to straddle the fox-lad, the slit he had been licking now hovering over the crown of his cock. She lowered herself further, giving the cock a kiss with her lower lips before they enveloped the shaft. Letting out a delighted moan of a howl, Devonna hilted herself in one go and started to ride the fox. Her hands still kept themselves busy, pumping the shafts she had before. She leaned forward, giving Nick the access he would have wanted to get her behind.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 18:42:46</strong>
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				Feeling her pushing him down, the fox looked up at Devonna with a tremble visible, his hard shaft pointing up hard and eager as she moved down over it. A moan lifting from his throat in a voice that sounded almost like he was having a religious experience, so enraptured in the sensation as he whispered. "Sweet sins I had forgotten how good it feels to be in a slit..." His husky moan drew a shudder from several men and the fingers kneading on her bosom and sides grew a bit rougher, the hard cocks pressing to her hands thrusting ruttingly at her. There was a brush against her backside by Nick's shaft as he let out a growl and whispered. "Ohhh I am sure I could give it a run for its worth, shooting up enough loads to make it struggle to just keep up... but I suppose I'll bugger you raw instead." His hips moved that hard cockhead against her pucker, and as she slid down on the fox lad's cock the rabbit behind her grasped on her hips and began to hammer against her with hips slapping to flesh.<br><br>He wasn't kidding about speed, his hips did start a hard swift thrusting, the shaft a bit beneath average in girth, but certainly nice in length, Nick seemed intent to pump his way at the bottom of her bottom, humping away happy as a bunny, the throbbing cock dripping slippery precum all over the inside of her ass, hammering against her with urgency. Slamming close and driving the hard cock to her with almost violent rush, he groaned while the fox lad beneath her thrust up against her pussy urgently, seeming to try and rut her as hard as he could as she rode him. There was a moan from one of the otter boys who scrambled to hold his cock out before her lips, the mouse-boy who's cock was out in the open was licking his fingers that had rubbed her slit a moment before, staring hungrily at her trying to brush her head and push his hard cock closer to her face.<br><br>"Oohhh my fucking god...." There was a groan as one of the men in the second group began to spurt cum on the ground nearby, watching excitedly. Everyone was staring hungrily, where as a few were growling. "Hey, we'll give you a third of our pay if you trade notes with us, we just have to go next..." "No way, we'll give half..." "Shush! Didn't you hear her say she'll take all commers? A bit of patience, we've been without so long surely we can hold it for a bit longer... if you can't, you're not a man!" A large horse-man bellowed trying to cower the others to not wasting their spunk by masturbating or wasting their time arguing, gesturing back at the first group, the people around panting needily though, not a single soldier nearby wearing pants anymore, rows after rows of hard cocks jutting out proudly in the open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 19:43:10</strong>
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				Devonna was convinced Nick didn't know how Maiden Tea actually worked...that or he was merely boasting. She wouldn't doubt the promised speed, however, and between Nick's plundering of her ass and the fox's thrusts up into her slit, the wolfess moaned fiercely. She felt the cocks slide against the other within her and it was all she could do to keep her hips moving. Once the otter and the mouse were pushing their cocks to her mouth and cheeks, Devonna had to give up on adding her own movements at any steady rate. She kissed both cocks and took the otter's into her mouth first, sucking eagerly. Devonna let the ones using her hands as holes use them to their hearts content, holding her arm up and place as steadily as she could.<br><br>Switching from the otter's cock to the mouse's, Devonna could help but pause and listen to the crowd around her. Seeing a man in the second group lose it brought a smile to her lips...as did the desperate attempts at bargaining for better positions in line. No a single soldier was standing with their pants on, and all the wolfess could see was a banquet of cocks all just for her. "I'm surprised no one is fucking my tits," Devonna smirked before taking the mouse's cock into her mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 22:29:56</strong>
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				There was a loud groan from the rabbit's throat as he thrust ahead with abandon, Nick's hands groped her bottom firmly kneading it while trying to push his way even further, the fox-lad beneath moaning out with bliss as he kissed on her chest and grinded up against her, the hard shafts in her hands throbbing before starting to splash the rush of thick, hot seed over her fingers, the sahft she held to her lips at the time twitching before the otter boy let out a joyful moan and shot every last backed up shot of cum he could squeeze from his blue balls to her lips, splattering thick goo all over her jaw and cheek, the mouseboy rubbing to the corner of her lips twitching as well, almost there. They were moaning with need, just as Nick grasped tight on her asscheeks, and let out a heavy moan to the air, squirting thick, heavy load of cum up inside her bottom, groaning and grunting while grinding up against her till every last drop was out, yanking out roughly. <br><br>"'Right, next one up the nice 'n tite ass there!" He groaned, while the housecat lad squirmed and sought to brush his hard cock against her bosom, greedily moaning out. The otter boy who hadn't grasped onto her hand or tried to push ahead at her mouth made his way behind her, and with a pat on her pucker with the shaft, the otter boy then tried to aim low, seeming to try and push his way into her slit instead, even as the fox lad was already pumping there, the otter boy sought to stuff her twat with a second dick into it at the same time, a groan rising from his throat in an urgent need.<br><br>The audience was groaning and some of them were moaning out a shaky whisper. "Can't we move closer already? Some of them already cum, shouldn't we switch? I mean, only once per person before everyone's gotten some right?" There was some agreeing murmuring, as more and more of the first group began to twitch and shoot their thick seed for Devonna.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 19:13:56</strong>
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				Devonna howled when Nick finally came inside of her ass--the sheer warmth of that heavy load jolted her and pushed her over the edge. She squirted her own juices around the fox's shaft and lower chest and writhed, panting and heaving, on the cock still in her sex. Nick's squad wouldn't allow her to enjoy the feeling of being filled with cum and having the lower part of her face splashed with its warmth--the shock of having another cock push into her mound was enough to pull Devonna from any pleasure haze. <br><br>"There's already one in there," Devonna whined. "Use the--OH!" She yelped as the otter slid into pussy, stretching it open as it joined the fox's in drilling into her. Her moans that followed got emptied into the mouse's cock as he succeeded in pushing it into her mouth. She looked up at the mouse with sultry, pleasure-hazed eyes as she sucked him. The cat now between her breasts was treated to a firm pillow-like treatment. With her hands now free, Devonna pressed her breasts together, wrapping her flesh around the cat and giving him something proper to fuck. <br><br>The wolfess would aim to get the rest of Nick's squad off in the next minute or two--she cast her gaze around and she heard the restlessness. She had nine more squads to see to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>16-12-2014, 21:38:57</strong>
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				The flooding rush of thick cum began to pour inside her cunt in a quick rush, as the two cocks twitched to one another and showered the insides with thick sticky jizz, the shafts pulled out and rubbing on her asscheeks and against her cuntlips squeezing out the last drops. The cat boy moaning out with a needy tremble to his voice before splashing his own seed between her breasts and splattering against her skin all he had in his pouches. Panting and shaking, each member of the group soon left her with a nice thick rush of cum, the rabbit lad leading them stepping back and whistling for his men to follow, moving to take a seat not too far away. <br><br>Even as they (reluctantly) pulled away, some with a squeeze on her ass or on her breasts before leaving, others after brushing her cheek or giving her other buttcheek a swat, they gathered a bit aside there just as the next group stepped up eager to have her attention solely devoted to them. With oh so many cocks throbbing and standing hard and rigid for her, it seemed the group was lead by a younger goat-man, his beard a stubble but present, his hard shaft pointing upwards eager and equine in build, throbbing hotly in the air as he watched her. A tall horse-man stepped besides him, a familiar face she recognised as Dominic, the swordsman. He held up the note with the number '2' on it, the lottery slip being dropped before her as he moved closer to brush his thick, musky shaft against her jaw looking at her face. "Wouldn't want to hurt you ma'am, so figure this is the safest." He smiled, but cast a look at his companions.<br><br>The goat lad moved around her and gave her buttocks a slap but made way as a tall black furred wolf-man stepped behind her, his hands kneading her ass to lift it up. The wolf's hard cock aimed on her bottom and thrust ahead a bit roughly at first, but then eased his pace and sought to lift her, the other men smirking as some eyed the space underneath her. The goat lad squeezed on one of her breasts while watching her ass and mouth get people in front of them, snatching a hold of her right wrist to bring her hand to his cock, kneading on her bosom while doing so. <br><br>There was a bit of parting in the crowd to reveal a smooth-scaled lizard man who slipped onto his back and squirmed underneath her quickly, a hard shaft standing rigid brushing on her cuntlips before he sought to try and find his way within her as quickly as possible, seeming intent to claim that passage to himself as quickly as possible, by the looks of him for a 'cold blooded' fellow he was almost ready to blow, he might be quick to cum and make way for another perhaps. <br><br>The others in Dominic's group consisted of a pair of brown-furred hares, a black furred squirrel futa with a rather sizable rack but with also a big, stiff cock standing out proudly, and beyond her there was a short-horned, somewhat slim and small bull that looked around shyly, and the last two seemed to be a slender deer guy, with a stiff cock standing up but the looks of an agile archer about him for most part, and the last one looking like he was related to lions, with fluffy mane and proud look about him, a strong chest and a hungry look in his eyes while gazing upon her.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">I am trying to add description to the squads a bit but at the same time I feel you should be free to describe any of the squad members as you see fit. I took care of describing this squad to a point still, but I am entirely welcoming to the possibility of you giving the descriptions you like for the next one, either all or some, and we'll go from there. Figuring there might be switching going around too if folks cum before others in their squads and so on so forth so tried to describe all a bit at least, even if only 4 swarmed her immediately... :P </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>26-12-2014, 23:19:07</strong>
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				Devonna's slit was dripping cum, the wolfess giving a slight look as dismay as the combined two loads proved too much for her sex to handle. Gods bless <em>Maiden's Tea</em>. Just as her sex was coated and drenched, squad one had left loving lashes of white goo all over her front. As Dominic approached, deposited the 2 slip on the ground and rubbed his equine shaft against her jaw, Devonna smiled up at the swordsman. "Such consideration," she said. "I wouldn't mind attempting something more daring in private~ I'm pretty flexible when I need to be." She would have to be if she were going to serve the whole company as she had planned to do tonight.<br><br>The men would find that Devonna proved to be light and easily liftable. Devonna squirmed with delight as she was lifted into the air--while she liked being pushed to the ground, nothing quite topped the weightlessness of being hoisted into the air by powerful hands. The wolfess eagerly sucked on the horse-man's cock, what portion of it he felt that she could handle safety. Her eyes would flutter up at him, staring with lust and want, encouraging him to loosen the restraint on himself, if only a little. She moaned onto Dominic's cock as her pucker was taken by a fellow black wolf--how she longed for a knotted cock since entering the academy--and her sex taken by the serpent man beneath her. She bucked her hips back as best she could, being suspended and resorting to mostly writhing her body back.<br><br>With her free hand, the one currently not jerking off the goat lad that had taken the time to roam and take in her body, she beckoned over the slender deer and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, pumping him slowly and at the same pace as she was the goat.<br><br>When the serpent, whose pulsing, throbbing cock she had felt the moment he entered, did blow his load, Devonna moaned as he came into her already cum-coated walls. She would beckon over the lion over to take the serpent's place. She eyed the squirrel futa and the hares, regarding them further lusty intentions--where the futa was concerned, Devonna wanted her for last. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-12-2014, 23:47:53</strong>
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				The goat and the deer lad both moaned out with their hard shafts throbbing in her hands, seeming to near their peak quickly at her expert touch. Their voices rose higher quickly, an evident need driving their actions as they pushed up against her hands needily, wanting more of her touch, the throbbing shaft dripping with their precum easily already. They were aroused, their gazes hungry while gazing upon her, but they made way for the others for most part it seemed, yet shuddering at her mercy in that grasp, both the goat's and the deer's shafts seeming to pulse and throb with their hips thrusting the hot, hard rods higher before hot shots of thick cum began raining over her figure in a rush. <br><br>The serpent man moaned out with a clear need while ruttingly grinding up, one hand stroking her clit's pearl another massaging the underside of her bosom as he moaned out, a whispered word spoken out low enough it was hard to say if he meant for her to hear or no, but it was said with reverence and without any mocking. "Worth being worshipped as the goddess of the camp..." He sighed there though, the stiff prick squirting out the rest of his hot spunk to her folds before he showed just how slippery he could be as well, sliding himself out and moving out from between her thighs to make room. The smile on the lion man's face was evident as she gestured for him, coming over to join her while making his way underneath her, with a thick, virile shaft standing firm and throbbing at attention as he sought to make his way under her.<br><br>The equine neigh from Dominic was all the warning she was going to get it seemed, the large horse-man thrusting his hips ahead in a slow pace earlier for her mouth had his throbbing length ooze copious amounts of his precum to her tongue already, but the throbbing shaft and the bulging sack showed he was nearing his limit. With a loud neigh he threw his head back, hips thrusting hands grasping her head still and trying to push his shaft to her throat, all the while shooting more and more of his hot horse-cum to her mouth and throat. Just then the wolf-man behind her howled grasping on her tail to stroke it, hips making stabbing short thrusts to squeeze out every last drop of his sperm within her backside, to coat the inside of her ass with that flooding cum with a wild abandon. Sighing heavily and slipping out, but not before reaching down to stroke her twat's lips as well just as the Lion man's stroking against the slit's lips with the shaft's head came to a halt, and the large feline pushed up against her, and sought to claim her cunt completely for himself, the sheer size of him seeming intent to stretch her out like she was a virgin, though compared to Dominic he was still in the middle-leagues.<br><br>The two rabbit lads eyed her freed rump with lustful intensions clear, their hands squeezing on their throbbing dicks but looking at her face for confirmation, the smirking futa stroking her bosom with one hand, another brushing just the head of her cock, causing a few sticky strings to show between her fingertips as she grinned and watched Devonna, wanting her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>31-12-2014, 00:41:51</strong>
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				Devonna's mouth was too full with equine-cock to give the serpent man a proper response, but the reverence in his voice when he said 'goddess' made the wolfess blush. She would have been lying if she said she didn't expect that would what she would become--nothing was more endearing to a man or futa than seeing to their needs after so long without attendance. She gave another, drawn out moan into Dominic's shaft, as it was being pushed further and further down her throat, when the serpent finally came, filling her to the brim and then some full of seed. Dominic and the wolf were not far behind, and in quick succession Devonna had each of her holes filled. Somehow, she managed to swallow down the horse's load without spilling a drop. <br><br>The wolfess let out a whine as the thick shaft of the lion pushed into her and claimed her sex. Suddenly she was thankful Dominic hadn't insisted on another hole, as the lion on his own was making her feel the tightness of her first time all over again. Still she rocked hips and ground down around him, giving the feline a warm welcome indeed. Her walls convulsed for the second time that night and Devonna would give her company another show of her honey squirting from her cunt. With a goofy smile on her lips, Devonna's ship was really lost in a sea of pleasure. The last she would remember before she was swallowed up by sensation was inviting the the hares over, giving them confirmation to do whatever it was they had intended, and beckoning the squirrel futa over. Devonna remembered licking those sticky strings from the futa's fingertips before wrapping her lips around that impressive cock of hers. The rest of the night carried her to morning. <br><br><hr><br>Devonna awoke in her tent. The soreness was immediately overwhelming and so the wolfess curled into a writhing ball of discomfort--the simple movement causing further soreness to course through her. Her sex, her ass, her jaw...and many of her joints were stiff and sore beyond anything she had ever experienced--even more damning than her first introduction to the academy where they had the new officer hopeful run basic physical drills. She looked down at her naked self and found her fur to be clean of spunk. Her mind flashed to the night before she recalled laying on her back in mess of cum, her body coated twice over in seed and her holes leaking out further spent loads still. She recalled being carried to her tent. Some lads had run a bath for her and helped her clean up. <br><br>Oh yeah, that had really happened. She shook her head at herself. Her own soreness, she had no one to blame but herself. But...what did her company now think of her?<br><br>Rolling to the edge of the bed, Devonna attempted to stand. And ended up on the ground, face-first for her troubles. "Ugh," she groaned.<br><br>"Is anyone out there," she called. "I can't seem to stand on my own two legs!" She needed to drink the herbs she had received from the alchemist, as well as apply the salves that had been prepared for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 19:58:19</strong>
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				The sheer number of men in the camp made sure that by the time Devonna had completed her offer to help them with their discomfort, she would have some discomfort of her own ahead. The pounding had been rather thorough experience, and this was with each man only seeking her company once, to get the worst of pressure out. It was likely they had a lot more in store for her in the future still, if she was keen to give it a try again at some point. Nonetheless, as she made her move to the bed's edge, and called out from the ground soon after, she found a series of quick footsteps approaching and then a familiar figure stepped in.<br><br>Cain made his way over, nodding his head politely and moving to try and help her up. "Sorry, I wasn't sure how long you would be resting and was away taking care of things a bit further off. Are you alright?" Speaking seriously, he sought to help her up and lift her to rest on the bed's edge at least, before pausing. Once he heard about the herbs she had brought with her, he smiled and moved to retrieve them fromr her belongings, setting the small pouch they were in before her, and bringing some water in a bottle for her, as well as a bit of rum. "Some of the boys had gotten a bit of drink beforehand. Figured after last might you just might have some use for it here."<br><br>Letting out a short laugh he smiled but then paused, clearing his throat. "Uhm, but should I help apply the medicine here? Or would you prefer doing that yourself? And uh, do you think you are going to be presentable later today? A message arrived they are sending us a few soldiers to replace the ones we lost earlier. Apparently, one of the companies in the north has um, been disbanded... after over half the men were killed in a battle and the commander's head taken." Cain sounded more than a little uncomfortable with that thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 21:03:18</strong>
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				Devonna looked up when her second-in-command entered. Her mind flashed again to last night and remembered that Cain had taken her slit while she lay on her back--resting against another of his squad who was taking her pucker. Out of all the people she dreaded facing the morning after it was Cain--what would he have thought of her? Seeing him treating her so kindly, brought a smile to her lips.<br><br>"I'm fine, Cain," Devonna said, letting out a laugh. "No need to coddle me." She accepted the bag of herbs and salves while downing the a swig of the rum. It was some rough stuff that scalded her throat, but for a moment the drink made her forget that her body was partially jelly.<br><br>After Cain delivered the bit of grim news, Devonna cast her eyes about the tent and found her clothes folded neatly on her desk. "I should be able to present myself. Since some thoughtful soldiers decided to bath me so thoroughly after the fun last night." She stuck an impish tongue out at the feline. "What's the opinion of the camp? I mean, it's not every day you have a commander willing to offer herself to the whole camp."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 22:21:01</strong>
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				Cain showed her a smirk at the time she laughed and told him not to coddle her, shrugging his shoulders casually. He waited as she took the drink and then cast a glance at clothes. Moving to pick them up and returning with them to her side to set them down near her, the feline spoke in a serious tone of voice to answer her question. <strong>"It is somewhat positive, but a few jackasses managed to get some stupid ideas. For most part? They think its mighty generous you were willing to put your body on the line to help them endure the wait until they can visit the town. Many are actually thinking if you make it somewhat regular occurence, perhaps not with all but a fair share, that they'd try and keep their money to other matters and save their seed for you."</strong> He smirked jokingly at the time, but then let out a heavy breath.<br><strong><br>"A couple of the nastier sort seem to think its a permission to 'take you' whenever they feel like it, and seem to regard you as a woman that needs to be ruled by a man. They're the ones with black eyes and broken noses right now. Suffice to say, they're a minority and the rest of the camp is rather... <em>loyal</em> right now."</strong> He smirked faintly but frowned. <strong>"Unfortunately, one of the bastards is an officer. I imagine you got a good idea who it might be."</strong> He seemed displeased at this. <strong>"We're trying to sort out the squads again so all the nay-speakers are in that one squad, so ... if something were to happen in the battlefield that calls for heavy risks, they'll be 'volunteers'. Either they learn, or they put themselves at risk because nobody will speak for them."</strong> He scratched his cheek briefly, then drawing a long breath.<br><br><strong>"Most agree and others have promised to hold quiet for now, that this is something to be kept within the unit. Those that join the unit can be told, eventually, but we wont let men brag about this to anyone else. We don't want trouble and the men know if they spoke out loud, you'd likely be leaving, and none of them are keen to see you going."</strong> He cleared his throat. <strong>"Though a few have expressed interest in seeing you cum."</strong> He added this in as normal voice as he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>06-01-2015, 22:51:39</strong>
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				Devonna blushed at the idea that her men would want to save their seed for her--no doubt she left a rather good impression on them. Even if she couldn't immediately recall most of the night. Of course, hearing that some of the men, those with checkered pasts, had other ideas didn't really surprise Devonna. "If by ruling me, they mean to take control of the company," Devonna said. "Then I'm sure opinion will quickly change when we're in ruin." Sure there were officers that rose directly from the ranks of the recruits, but the academy had been established for a reason. It would take a great deal of naturally gifted cunning to beat an officer who dedicated their education to the art of war.<br><br>"I'm glad to hear most are respectful, thank you, Cain." Devonna pulled out the salves she had been given and started to apply them to her sore parts--her muscles and joints first. She would brew some tea to ingest the herbs meant to treat the rest. "I'm sure I came quite a bit last night. Having nearly a hundred needy cocks to myself~" She sighed. "The matter with Nick and his squad, well, I don't want to be too heavy-handed. Not when the rest of the company has seen to it that their ideas are not to tolerated. Can't say I completely approve of the idea of using them as a suicide squad--I'll assign special tasks to those that will have the greatest chance of success. Though, if they do prove to be troublesome, I'll have no choice."<br><br>Once she had applied her salves, working the creams completely into her fur, Devonna got dressed in her uniform and got stiffly to her feet. "You mentioned the new additions. Any other news?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>09-01-2015, 23:04:59</strong>
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				<strong>"Understood, you are the Commanding Officer at this camp so your word goes, but personally I think having them on the shit list would make others stay in line knowing they don't want to get on your bad side."</strong> Cain spoke entirely seriously but looked away for a moment as she was applying the ointment, not sure where it went but seeming to have an assumption based on the blush and the way he was looking elsewhere right now. Despite the intimacy of her actions before, the fellow seemed to respect her by showing privacy when her body wasn't presented in a sexual manner at least. <br><br><strong>"It wasn't really thought of as a suicide squad perhaps that would have been an apt nickname though, mostly it would hav been the people that are in punishment detail. Given that the group held several former prisoners turned into soldiers in exchange for their freedom for loyal service down the line, I am not too surprised that some of them held such attitudes."</strong> He let out a small breath at the time, seeming to want to say more but holding his tongue for the moment. Choosing to instead wait a moment and hearing her other question arise as she got to her feet, he swallowed briefly.<br><br><strong>"There has been no new equipment sent here yet, but during the early morning hours a carriage came with some salted pork, extra rum, a few bottles of wine perhaps for your own accomplishments, and a locked little box that apparently only opens to an officer. Didn't ask."</strong> Cain smirked faintly at this time, shrugging. "They're laid in the storage tent and here, depending on the item. The box is not too far away, there..." Gesturing at it, Devonna would see a wooden box with sturdy metal reinforcements along its surface, the seal a puzzle lock an officer could know how to open, the thing was rigged so that trying to open it the wrong way tended to break open a small vial of acid within the box and ruin its contents in seconds if someone tried to get their hands on the contents without permission. They were usually the sort of thing HQ sent to another HQ between regions, carrying confidential information. Of course, most messengers or men never learned their significance, being rarely told more than that they were a gift to an officer, and to be treated as such.<br><br><strong>"The new men ought to be here by nightfall, its not sure exactly when. The news the people bringing the supplies had were mostly the same. Still looking for the necromancer, remain at high alert, and watch the borders, no patrols to us since we are just back from a mission but next week we are to keep the road secure and set up patrols as you see fit around that time, the instructions are to be sent around that time I guess. Uhm, the trouble in the north has been a major headache and people are unsure what to think about it just yet. The officers aren't saying too much but a commander there apparently got half the men killed... and then the commander lost their head, and the men ran, seeing the battle was lost. With all due respect Commander? The north is a nasty place, bordering the barbarians past the river, the great plains full of the roaming bastards that are all too happy to try and raid us, capturing young men and any women they find appealing, and killing any men that dare to fight against them."</strong> Cain looked uncomfortable with that thought. <strong>"Thankfully the other companies seemed to manage to keep the matter from getting worse, not sure how, there's a tight lip on that sort of thing. Anything else I can do commander?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>10-01-2015, 06:03:40</strong>
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				Perhaps Devonna was the one to jump to conclusions when it came to putting that particular squad and others on the 'shit list' as it was said. Punishment detail made more sense--the fact that she jumped to something more severe must've said something about her, but Devonna didn't dwell on the matter for long. Regardless, she would need more justification to put the unruly ones on such a punishment, reasons that extended beyond that they wanted her to heel to their desires. Of course, she knew other commanders would immediate jump to threats of court martial.<br><br>When Cain mentioned the locked box, Devonna knew exactly what he was referring to before he had gestured to it. She immediately cross over and tucked the metal-reinforced puzzle box into the crook of her arm. Whatever was inside it, HQ thought it warranted the extra security...which meant it was highly important. There were different variants of puzzle locks and they taught all of them at the academy--in fact they weren't allowed to graduate until they had all of the solutions down. Devonna had taken one look at this particular box and knew the solution to apply.<br><br>In essence, her company was getting a break for the remainder for the week. Though instead of spending that time in town, they'd be within their camp on their hill. As long as they weren't directly dealing with the necromancer, Devonna was going to happy. She hated when spellcasters were added into the mix in any encounter. They were priority targets that needed to be put down immediately because they were unpredictable elements. If she had mage on her side, however, that was a different thing altogether.<br><br>"The north is a nasty place," Devonna agreed. "Those barbarians have been a real thorn in our side for ages. Hopefully our efforts will put the matter with the baron to rest--fighting battles on two fronts has been taxing. I find it strange that some of the information concerning what happened recently has been hushed. I wonder why that is..." Who knew, maybe the information in her puzzle box concerned that. "If you can gather the squad leaders here after morning drills for lunch, I'd appreciate some help with that wine." She offered Cain one more smile before taking a seat at her desk. "Thanks for your help." With that she let Cain go and turned her attention to the puzzle box.<br><br>She would quickly solve the puzzle and open up the box, eager to see what her first officer's gift had for her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>15-01-2015, 21:12:21</strong>
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				<strong>"I'll see to it that they'll be here."</strong> Saluting her quickly, the feline made his way to the tent's entrance before pausing and looking back. <strong>"Honestly though? Punishment detail was the idea I had at start but several of the lads were thinking more along the lines of 'suicide squad' so I cannot deny that I am trying to present the idea in its lighter form that I was thinking about rather than what some of them took it as."</strong> That said, he cleared his throat and took his leave, allowing Devonna to have a bit of peace to herself, to work on the puzzle lock.<br><br>The metal clasp in the box was securely locked in place, but beyond that were several small metal gears turning and twisting, little metal lines entering the box, no doubt holding the acid secure instead of breaking loose to destroy the contents. Nonetheless, the surface of the puzzle lock held several metal plates with insignias that had to be moved in a certain way for the lock to open without releasing the acid. Given the drills they had held for opening those boxes, she could tell at a few glances which one she had before her. They were rarely changed, it took more than a lone traitor to do so, because the number of them made it hard to dig all of them out even the most talented man or woman, they were simply drilled into the back of their heads so they knew them on sight, and that meant a traitor would've had to be present at the opening of each.<br><br>As the latch opened under her fingers, she could hear a hiss as a bit of air escaped the lock that had been pressured, air which would have released explosively against the acid container had someone tried to just force the latch open thinking themselves able to do so without solving a puzzle. The air gone, she could safely lift the lid to reveal a set of documents, which she could see contained both an official recognition for her part in dealing with a traitor, as well as capturing an enemy noble, a thing worth a fair bit of prestige. <br><br>Beyond the papers there was a silver 'quill' of stylished making, with the inscriptions on the thin metal 'edge of the feather' of her name and the company. It was enchanted for her, and only for her, responding to her voice. Those were seen back at the headquarters, helping write letters like a private secretary when ordered to start, and stopping when told to. They allowed one to spare their wrist while giving long accounts of events that took place, helping with reporting. There was another use though it was mostly shushed about. They were very useful for drawing maps a person might want, as long as the commander had a good image of the map he or she wanted drawn. A few enterprising commanders used them to 'map out' pinup images from their mind, able to conjure images from one's mindscape onto the paper, though such uses were frowned upon by the older commanders since the silver quills were limited resource, and there was a minor issue of the ink within them eventually running out, needing to be refilled with a bit of magical work by a skilled worker. <br><br>There was also one more piece of documentation there, the transfer orders of a young healer that would be coming to her company to work as their company healer after Devonna's interest in securing her from the hospital back at the headquarters. It needed her signature and to be sent back to be approved. Lastly, there was a bit of news that might catch interest. A sealed black letter, along with an attached small note with silver text upon it.<br><br><em>"This is unofficial, a <strong>Black Operation</strong> which will not be recognised publically. If you approve of the assignment, break the seal on the letter, if not, burn it. We shall know. <br><br>While the necromancer is a threat to our guards, along with the skeletons and other rotters he may call upon, there is another threat we need to have dealt with soon. The recent information of traitors among our own has also revealed a traitor deeper in the kingdom's territory who is arriving to the area soon, supposedly to visit our town. We believe he plans to cross the border to the Barony, taking with him some sensitive information. <br><br>Your task would be to strike with small numbers, acquire proof of guilt and subdue the individual. The ones you might choose to carry out this task would have to pretend to be bandits, and 'ransom' him back to the kingdom, but would be rewarded financially for their service, as would you. If the information we have is false however, you are to stage an intervention of your armed forces subduing the bandits and secure the young man's 'release'. Details are in the sealed letter, but suffice to say we are 80% convinced of this, but we cannot be absolutely certain and thus cannot accuse the young man directly, but if bandits were to find him in possession of such secrets and ransomed him back, even his connections could do nothing to aid him.<br><br>Whether you accept or not, the letter and this note will break into dust in two hours after being removed from the puzzle box."</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Alright, figuring her two completed assignments would net her a sum of Prestige, if using points I'd say 10 for the traitor's death, and 10 for the capture of the baron's niece. I would say the time related difficulty contributes to the second one being as much as the first one was, but allowing her to make some request/requisitions now. Such as those shields or having some better bows for her men or something similar, improved things for the camp, would be curious what you would come up with to ask.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 09:18:02</strong>
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				The puzzle box turned out to be a treasure trove of good news. As a 'gift' it proved to be quite literally just that. Devonna examined her new silver quill with an excited grin plastered on her lips. As far as things went, a silver quill--or a 'scribe', as Devonna called them--was a pretty standard sign of office for a commander of the kingdom's men. However, it carried with it a certain finality of recognition, a true sign that she had arrived and came into her post. The Scribe was just as praising as the actual letter of recognition Ashwood had sent across. Devonna immediately tested her silver Scribe out by ordering it to awaken. As it floated above her desk just a few inches, Devonna couldn't help but laugh. Envisioning her signature, she had the Scribe sign the transfer orders for the young healer that she had requested. With that done, Devonna would make sure to have the approval sent back before lunch. <br><br>She turned her attention to the main reason why everything had come enclosed in the puzzle box. The sealed black letter. Reading the note that had been attached, Devonna didn't have to think long about taking the assignment; they even did most of the leg work and planning for her! Devonna broke the seal on the black letter and read the rest of the mission intelligence. While the mission would provide official recognition, it said a lot that command was willing to give her a Black Operation already. Once she had the details of the Black Operation committed to memory, Devonna would pack the documents back into the puzzle box. If the black letter and its note were going to turn to dust, they might as well do so while locked away. The scribe she kept on her desk.<br><br>Getting up from her desk, Devonna steadied herself with the chair's back--her legs were still wobbly and sore, but she was able to get herself to her council table just fine. She would call for someone to pick up the approval she had signed and have it sent back via messenger bird. All that was left was to wait for her veterans for lunch and wining. Today was going to be light activity sort of day, so Devonna kept herself preoccupied with planning for their new, unofficial mission. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>16-01-2015, 23:51:19</strong>
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				Breaking the seal to read the rest of the instructions caused a small spark in the letter but that was all that showed outwardly. Nonetheless, as the seal came undone the rest of the information came out in the open. <em>"Johat Gremoris Tremora is a crimson fox with black eartips and tailtip, as well as a set of emerald green eyes. He is a nobleman carrying the symbol of the Tremora, a heraldric dragon resting atop a tower. The Tremora are known as 'Dragons' for a reason, their family is known for their esoteric gathering of lore and in particular, <strong>battlemagic.</strong> Johat is an arrogant young man who believes the world owes him more than he has, and he has been known to make his opinion loud and clear in the past too. Brash, arrogant and cocky, he seems to think nobody would suspect him for defection. Given he has been in contact of some well known sympathisers, his plans on coming to the border seem suspect especially as his sister, a loyal servant of the throne, reported some of their late father's research notes to battlemagic being gone. It is forbidden even for the Tremora heir to remove them from their stronghold without express permission from their clan elder, and Johat is just the sort of arrogant git that would think those rules dont apply to him. Those notes contain knowledge of magic that our kingdom has held onto for four generations, already."</em> There was a short pause on the note at that point, a section of text continuing right afterwards, but in a bit different script. <br><br><em>"Johat Gremoris has been noted for his arrogance, his sense of entitlement, and his overwhelming ego. He is unlikely to back out of a fight if he has any illusions he can win. He is a mage, like his father before him, but Johat is a mediocre one at best while his father was a legend. Johat has learned the basics of magic well enough, but those basics assume a mage has guards to protect him during the seconds-long incantations. Unlike his father, he has no training in close combat or quick incantations to use in case someone gets up close and personal. However, Johat is known to carry a few of his father's old scrolls with him that could cause serious trouble. They are to be captured and returned to the clan if possible, or destroyed in case it seems like he is going to succeed in casting one of them. Last known use of those spells destroyed one of the baron's camps by causing the earth beneath it to collapse and sink the camp and all the men in it to a pit which then caused its walls to crumble and kill the men in question. The Tremora family is not to be unestimated, but Johat Gremoris is not a threatening figure on his own, merely by what resources he's had access to in the past. It is the fact he's willing to remove the information from the clan and take it with him that concerns us. On that note, in the unlikely event that Johat Gremoris is entirely unwilling to surrender, the Priority is that the information does not fall into enemy hands."</em><br><br>There was a red script at the bottom, to clarify the message. <em>"Capture Johat Gremoris Tremora alive, if possible, return the scrolls and notes he has, if possible, terminate him and destroy all notes if necessary to keep them from falling into enemy hands. The size of the reward depends on the accomplished goals, but given the nature of this operation, we have accepted the odds that perfect outcome may not be possible. Strive for the best, prepare for the worst."</em><br><br>There was also a second bit of paper in the sealed section of the letter once the seal had been removed. There was a small map of a local road that came close to the town, but forked with an old path to the barony that had been used for trade back when the barony was just one part of the kingdom. There was a few old buildings around the area, a hamlet along the road that had been left be after the forest around the area got dangerous, and people preferred the safety of the town. The hamlet didn't have much in the way of fields, but they had some cover near the road at least. Beyond that, there was a time and date. 2 days from now, near noon, at least by estimation.<br><br>By the sounds outside, Cain was getting the veterans together to step up for a meeting with their commander, preparing for the day. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>17-01-2015, 19:55:42</strong>
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				Devonna immediately had regrets not five seconds after breaking the seal for the black operation details. Not just a mage, but a mage with access to battlemagic of all things was her target. The saving grace of it all was the sheer amount of detail headquarters had decided to provide her. A personality report as well as an inventory report of the target. She would need to create a situation where even Johat would be convinced that even he could not had a chance at winning. She might need three to four squads at the very least for this. There was no mention of Johat having a guard detail on him, so that was something. Devonna would have to send her scouts to investigate the abandoned hamlet before hand so that they could make preparations. She would consult her map of where other known commanders were stationed--the last thing she needed was some another company to be marching by while her 'bandits' were in the middle of securing their target.<br><br>When she heard Cain and the others outside, Devonna let herself relax. They still had time to make this happen. Raul had been put in charge of transporting the bottles of wine from the storage tent, as well as whatever food they would be taking. When they emerged into her tent, Devonna was already seated at the head of the table and offered them a smile as they gathered around and took their seats. For their first bottle of wine, Devonna did the honors herself, uncorking and filling the glasses. She gave Nick his glass last, whether consciously or unconsciously Devonna could not say, following Cain's report from earlier.<br><br>Looking around the table, Devonna caught snippets of the last night festivities, but tried not to let it show on her face. "The wine is from command for a job well done. I'm sure they intended for just me to drink it, but where would I be if I didn't have competent veterans keeping the greenhorns in line?" She raised her glass to her veterans and took a long drought of her glass.<br><br>"Command was so satisfied with our work that they gave us an optional assignment; I accepted of course. It's a physically light task, though still of great importance. We're to secure an individual that has illusions of leaving the kingdom with sensitive materials." She paused to assess the reactions from her veterans, and to let them actually enjoy their wine and meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 19:00:15</strong>
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				The gathered crowd of Veterans saluted her slightly with their glass in hand, then taking a sip of the drink in turn and seeming to pause to think about the matter. "Mmh, I figure it is good to make sure the men are kept busy." Gregory said in a friendly, conversational style. "While busy, they are less likely to get in trouble. I think it works out for the best!" He grinned slightly at this but there was no disagreement from the others at the time. Still, he seemed to consider her question, joking as it might be, in a more serious fashion. "I think a difference between a good officer and a bad one is about listening to their men and knowing when to delegate. Too much is too much, an officer's task is to make plans and have them carried out, the squad leaders in turn direct the men to carry out those orders, trusting the commander has a plan. Everything with a purpose, and an order to everything." He nod his head slightly, earning a snarl from Nick. "If you're so educated why aren't you out there as an officer?"<br><br>Gregory paused momentarily but shook his head, letting out a heavy breath. "Too much pressure. I can take care of a squad or help out with larger things on occasions but I couldn't handle the pressure of being in leadership position. I took some classes but found out it wasn't for me, fought in the frontline and returned as a veteran to help others do what needs to be done." He seemed sincere about his reasons, something which Cain nod to in turn. "I found myself ready to lead the men in turn, but it takes a certain presence to issue orders, but also the cunning to make the right call in difficult situations." He rubbed his chin briefly, but the men then focused their attention to their Commander at the revelation of the task ahead.<br><br>"Physically light task might mean almost anything from the higher ups. Still, someone that plans to get out like a rat should be taught to have some loyalty." Cain said seriously, while Rose merely shrugged her shoulders and cast a look at the scaled woman nearby, before Rose stepped forward and spoke her own mind. "I suppose that since its optional this is something beyond just a 'stop him on the road and nab him to our camp in chains' sort of situation? Not that I'd mind, a bit of ropes or chains can make for some kinky fun." Her smirk caused a short cough and blush on a few men's faces.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>18-01-2015, 20:14:44</strong>
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				"'Physically light' are my words, not command's," Devonna clarified. "As Rose points out the situation is a little more complicated than a straightforward mission. The information is strictly need to know and I will have to keep most of you in the dark about what's actually going on, but I will provide you all enough to do your jobs properly and without a hitch. Mira, Rose, Malus, and Nick--your squads will be assigned to aid in the capture with me overseeing you; I'll give you specifics after we're done with lunch. The rest of you will be held in reserve for reinforcements--I'll give you your own specifics after I've informed the capture group of theirs. But please, for now enjoy your meal and wine--you've all earned it." <br><br>She offered them all a smile and proceeded to dig in with earnest into her own meal. It hadn't surprised Devonna that Cain and Gregory had at one time contemplated becoming officers. It was also good to hear that they knew of the pressures and demands that the position called for. Even some of those that made it through the training weren't able to handle the pressure; it really called for particular people to lead men on such a scale. Devonna would make light conversation with her veterans, avoiding bringing up anything of a sexual nature for the time being.<br><br>Once they were done with their meal and their wine, Devonna would dismiss the squad leaders assigned to reinforcement detail. Devonna would then bring to their attention the map of the hamlet. "Our target is predicted to pass by here at noon two days from now. Mira, I'll need you and your scouts to check the place out, see what we have to actually work with. We're to prepare the ambush here. As far as the intelligence from command said, he is traveling alone, but let's not discount anything. The complication I mentioned earlier? The man is a spellcaster. I don't need to elaborate. It is important that we neutralize him and his ability to cast spells. Mira, have our ace snipers see to that--I don't want him killed, but mangle his hands. From there, we rush in with overwhelming forces. Without a way to cast spells and up against staggering odds, it should inspire him to back down--we're dealing with an exceedingly arrogant individual. We may be forced to take drastic measures if he doesn't back down." Devonna gave them the description that had been provided to her of their target, but she didn't name him.<br><br>"Once we capture him, strip him of everything. I'll handle the rest from there," Devonna concluded. "Oh. One more thing. As part of the capturing units, you'll need to dress the part of bandits." Malus and Nick were involved because Devonna needed to have the bandit look be convincing--and what better way than through big men and the dodgier parts of her company. She would answer any questions she was able before heading outside to speak with the others...and realizing her balance was still compromised. She'd ask Rose to help her. Devonna would inform the the squad leaders of the reinforcement detail what their roles would be. It amounted to just being on stand by nearby and to keep the scene isolated. If there were nearby detachments of fellow soldiers, they were to inform that the hamlet was being used as the site of a training exercise and wasn't to be interrupted. And when Devonna sent a messenger to inform them help was needed, that they were to come immediately. She of course let them know that the bandits they would find potentially accosting a man were their fellow 16th company soldiers and to make a show of taking them down non-lethally and securing the target, but in much friendlier manner.<br><br>With plans made and orders given, they just had to prepare. And wait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 21:03:03</strong>
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				Mira nod her head at the instructions at the time, a contemplating look on her face before she nodded her head slightly in return, seeming to have a moment to tap a few locations. "The road goes through the hamlet here, so having people in the houses to watch the road would let them keep an eye on arrivals and give a higher point to shoot from if necessary. There's plenty of room to set up a strike further in the hamlet's grounds." She spoke seriously as she looked at the map, while Rose chuckled. "I think I see a lot of small alleys and only one main road out of the hamlet. Block the main road at the southern side, and they can ride in from the northern side and find themselves trapped inside the town. Block the alleys and they cant even flee. Drop a block behind... eh, but if we're just talking about one guy maybe his carriage... or just his horse.. meh, might be easier to shoot the nag from under him in that case..." Rose seemed thoughtful, going through various scenarios in her mind, she might have ideas but she presented them in a way that would have gotten the teachers at the officers academy to toss her right out. <br><br>"Huh, strip him? You gonna ride him?" There was a dumb confused look on Malus face at the time, though his words earned a short chuckle from Nick. "Ehh, I imagine she means strip him to make sure he ain't got any extra weapons or extra spell-whatsits or magic thingamajings up his cahooney or something." Nick's grin showed, but he shrugged faintly at the time, before looking over at Devonna and scratching his cheek. "Listen uh, me and my boys, we kinda felt kings of the world after, ya know, and got our hands on a few 'spare' rum rations we'd 'acquired'... talked a big game..." He seemed less ashamed but more annoyed at making this admission, but Nick still looked at her seriously, seeming to take the matter rather seriously hiimself. <br><br>Rose rubbed her chin at the time, before blinking and looking over at Devonna's direction. "You said the man's a mage, they need to speak to use magic right? The town alchemist has some powder that leaves a person unable to speak for a while, and blowing it in the air is easy enough. Having someone get a pouch and blow it in the man's face would leave him helpless. Heck, we might have an archer use a blunt arrow with a pouch attached to it and fire the damn thing at his chest to burst into a cloud around the man's head, to keep him quiet and unable to cast perhaps." Nick looked at her surprised at the time, asking a question quietly with his gaze that Rose shrugged an answered casually. "I happened to be with a young woman who was a screamer in the past. A bit of powder ensured her love of public sex didn't get ruined by her screaming and getting us chased off by the guards. Of course, its not useful anymore since haven't seen the woman in ages." She shrugged casually but looked away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>21-01-2015, 21:59:41</strong>
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				Devonna couldn't help but crack a smile at Malus' incomprehension of her intentions to strip the mage. At least Nick got her meaning. "And where did you 'acquire' said rum?" Devonna asked, surprised that the former criminal would have admitted to such...'acquisitions'. Especially with Cain's report to her that morning, Devonna knew that she couldn't let things like this slide without giving it some attention. If some of the men thought they were entitled to her body, it was only a matter of time before they thought they could just walk all over her.<br><br>The black wolf laughed when Rose gave her suggestion of using silencing powder--and how she came to know of its existence. If they were alone, Devonna might have suggested that she'd give Rose a new reason to use silencing powder, but this was battle planning. "All excellent suggestions," Devonna said. "I think two pouches of silencing powder. One for the arrow idea and the other for an up close and personal approach. Cover all the bases. Rose, how about you and I head into town to make the purchase. We'll leave as soon as I inform the reinforcement group of their responsibilities. Mira: take your scouts and make preparations at the hamlet--take another squad with you if you think extra security is needed--this whole rotter business has everyone tense."<br><br>Speaking of rotter business, once Devonna met up with Rose and her squad, she gave the order to bring their newly acquired prisoner along with them--she had sent a letter to command the night before saying that they had made the capture; now they just had to make the delivery. Before Devonna was going to make the exchange when command came with her supplies, but since they were heading into town anyway...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 21:33:46</strong>
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				There was a short pause as Nick considered his words a bit of time annoyed at being called on it, before clearing his throat. "A bit of a friendly card-game with some lads that convinced them to part with theirs before, and a bit of game with another company's men before your arrival by sneaking to their camp and setting up the game while their officer wasn't there... I haven't tried it again since your arrival, though I got a word that it would be welcome, apparently their new commanding officer, some uptight little arse, has been running them ragged and they need some peace like a card game... and I got the cards, the skill, and the alcohol for the sore throats to wetten too. Little black market." He smiled a bit but seemed rather proud of this rather than remorseful. <br><br>Rose smiled to Devonna at the time, bowing a bit at the time as she saw Devonna laughing so, a grin spreading on her own face for a moment's time before humming at the suggestion of going to the town. "Sounds like a plan. I don't suppose I'd have the time to do a bit of personal acquisitions at the alchemist's place too if we make a stop there then?" She grinned a bit but shrugged. Mira in turn nod her head slightly at the mention of her scouts, saluting and heading out once the orders had been given, followed soon by Malus, and lastly by Nick who hummed to himself as he went. <br><br>Devonna and Rose soon stood in front of Rose's squad with their prisoner in chains waiting to have a journey back to the town, their prisoner brought out in chains to take back to the town. Everything at ready, everyone eager to go from the looks of it. That was when there was a call from the wall, the men in the small towers at ready and looking over at the distance, seeming to be watching the approach of a squad of rotters. Before much could be done though, Mira and her forces were at the gates, sticking arrows in the rotters before Malus bellowed a warcry running ahead, holding a large crowbar for opening supply crates in his hands instead of a sword, starting to brain the rotters down on the ground. <br><br>It was over before it even started, but that didn't deny the fact there were a dozen dead corpses that had just been walking a moment earlier just outside of their camp, killed. Worryingly, they wore the 15th company's insignia on their shirts, their swords missing the sheaths empty at their sides, all but one who's sword was in its scabbard still, each of them showing bitemarks or stab wounds already, but falling after being shot full of arrows or bashed there at their gates. <br><br>"Damn." Mira cussed quietly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 21:58:39</strong>
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				Hearing Nick mention that the company whose commander was a 'uptight little arse' made Devonna instantly think of Whitefang. "I will have your squad ask for leave to do such things in the future," Devonna said. "I need a reliable headcount in camp." Not a condemnation, but neither did she explicitly support it--just that if they were to leave camp that they got her permission first. "Oh, and if their commander discovers you, I will disavow knowledge of the activity."<br><br>That was what she had said, her attention focused on their short trip to town. Until the cry from the wall sounded out. Devonna watched the scene from behind the line of archers and allowed Malus to sortie with his squad to lay the undead low. Rotters in low numbers were hardly much a threat, especially on a hilltop. The engagement wasn't troubling. The survey afterwards was. 15th company's livery were on the shirts of the rotters. These had been Whitefang's soldiers. "Hell's bells," Devonna muttered. This wasn't good.<br><br>"Rose," Devonna said. "Our little shopping trip is now on hold. Cain!" Devonna called her second in command. "Get me Gregory, Jack, and Dominic and their squads. Mira, Rose you're with us too: we're going to investigate 15th company's camp." Cain and the rest would hold down the fort while they were gone. As much as Whitefang was an uptight little arse, Devonna would be held responsible for not investigating or at least sending word when some of the 15th ended up on her doorstep as rotters. Before they left, Devonna would assign a squad the duty of burning the bodies and administrating last rights. The prisoner would be thrown back in his cage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 22:08:36</strong>
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				"Awww.." Rose said briefly but nod, seeming to get it. The shout had Cain hurrying over and nodding, gesturing over at where Gregory and Dominic were getting ready already, heading off to get Jack as well. They were taking care of those preparations while Mira nod and waved her folks over, Rose moving to take position besides the others, as Jack arrived and Cain moved to organise the corpse burning and the last rites. As those men were prepared for their final rest, the others gathered around Devonna, the prisoner returned to his cage as the group began their journey towards the other company's camp.<br><br>The walk brought them to a road that the fifteen was supposed to be patrolling, and the evidence of a fight there. Five bodies too badly torn to even get up anymore were present, two of them soldiers, three of them looking to have been dead for a while. The patrol had run into a group of rotters from the looks of it, and most of them had then made their way to Devonna's camp from the looks of it. Yet there were footsteps leaving the scene towards the 15th. <br><br>Following them showed bloodstains though, and soon enough, they came across a group of six rotters in uniforms, and a group of thirty rotters that had been decomposing for a while. It was riskier numbers by now, but a twenty-man patrol was a sizable group to send out, yet Devonna held fifty people with her right now and numerical superiority over their foes. On that note, most of the 'old dead' seemed hacked close to the point of collapse, some dragging themselves ahead rather than walking, but it was still a grizzly scene to witness. <br><br>There was a fair bit of way to the 15th camp still, but it looked that two whole squads had been annihilated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 22:22:08</strong>
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				Dealing with rotters had been touch upon in her academy training--the basic tactics across all the books that mentioned them were pretty much the same: don't get bitten, overwhelm with superior, smarter numbers, and keep the combat clean and decisive. Devonna certainly had the well-trained numbers. Drawing her own sword, Devonna look to each of her veterans and their squads when they came across the large group of nearly forty.<br><br>"Easiest way is to lure them to us in small groups," Devonna said. "Mira, your squad and your bows will concentrate fire on each discreet group, get their attention and hopefully they'll be just the ones attracted. The rest of you, form up. Don't break formation--that's where it always goes to hell, especially when we're dealing with these things. You're the best of my infantry, so I know you can handle yourselves. Mira, we'll begin on your mark."<br><br>Devonna would stand in the back with the serpent and her squad. She kept a wary eye around them and twirled her sword light in her hand; hopefully she wouldn't need to use it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 22:42:05</strong>
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				The shot of arrows drew a group, then another, the swords slashing at the approaching rotters aiming to remove a head from the shoulders mostly, but the bodies were tough and it took some effort, yet without their bite the rotters weren't doing more than leaving some scratches and bruises, not any dirty bitemarks. Each time the arrows flew, the snarling rush towards their lines threatened to hammer through, those grasping, cold hands trying to drag someone close to their teeth to strike deep into their flesh with those ragged, yellow teeth. Shudder ran through more than a couple of people in the line, but they held the line. <br><br>The dead kept coming but in their small numbers they got destroyed before anyone could be bitten, though one panicking soldier got his sword stuck in a rotter's neck unable to finish the attempt to remove its head the teeth near his jaw before anothe soldier kicked the rotter back and speared a blade in through its eyesocket with brute strength alone. There was a fair share of close calls but thankfully no new casualties suffering a bite from the rotting dead. <br><br>Nonetheless, once the unpleasant company had been dealt with, the walk towards the 15th company campgrounds was relatively quiet. The soldiers weren't joking around but looking about warily, on guard. There was a tension in the air, but they had some relief on noticing guards on the watchtowers at the approach, and the shouts of men beyond to open the gates. As they opened, Devonna was greeted to a sign of a Blue banner with a white fang on it in the air near the commander's tent, a nearby pair of poles suspending a thin string from which it seemed to hang in the air floating on its own. <br><br>"Ma'am." A soldier stepping towards them paused, looking at Devonna and her company. "The Commander is resting, is this urgent? I can wake her but she ordered us to let her sleep unless its urgent. She took part in the last night's watch and is recovering from that." The soldier was a male wolf several years older than Devonna, a grey wolf by the shade of his fur, and one who seemed to ahve had his share of fighting. The insignia on his outfit marked him as 'Second in Command' for the 15th Company.<br><br>A quick glance around revealed that less than half the men were there, six out of ten squads gone, one on watch and two training, while one was resting at the time. The empty tents had their cloth door held open, the few that were shut showed clearly in these circumstances. <br><br>"Our company is pushed for work right now, the 14th Company was called to help with the town and we've been taking double-shifts so the men are a touch tired already." The man spoke seriously, looking at Devonna a bit concerned as he cast a look behind her at the grim group of soldiers following Devonna, and the blood splatter on some of their outfits, not their blood but still.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 22:54:37</strong>
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				With close calls and 36 dead rotters under their belts, Devonna was happy that the rest of their march to 15th company's camp was quiet. Although the tension was so thick you could slice it with a dull knife. But they made it to the gates and to Whitefang's second-in-command. Devonna would offer a salute and listened to what the officer had to say. "Tell Angie it's important," Devonna said. "She knows I wouldn't drag myself and half my company to see her for anything casual." Really, Devonna wouldn't drag herself all this way for anything less than vital. There was no point in alarming the second in command and the guards with him with the news--spreading panic to the rest of the camp was something Devonna didn't want to do; if they were overextended as they were, then additional panic would only serve to run them ragged further.<br><br>"If we could be invited in," Devonna added. "That would be pleasant too."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 23:19:13</strong>
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				The wolf-man eyed Devonna nervously but nod slightly and then returned to the camp shouting something to the sides, and gesturing for them to get in there. The doors were closed quickly after they were brought indoors, the gates secured with a pair of thick wooden beams to hold the gates shut and secure in case someone tried to force them open. Given the rotter threat, it might be a good idea even. The camp's surroundings had been cut down so there was no trees near their walls, but the fact they were on even ground not on a hilltop limited their protection.<br><br>The grey wolf knocked on a wooden sign at the entrance to the commander's tent, waiting a moment before entering. There was a short silence at the camp as people looked their way curiously, before the door to the commander's tent was pushed open by the grey wolf stepping out and making his way to Devonna. "She will see you in her tent, privately. Your men are welcome to join us for the meal if they want, since it looks our patrols are running late and it would get cold anyway." The man said seriously before moving a bit to the side, seeming less than pleased but trying to be hospitable.<br><br>The Commander's tent held within it a lone bed behind a section-wall protecting it from a look from the entrance, there was a chest nearby open with clothes in it folded, and a familiar white wolf standing nearby in her commander's outfit, though the bit of roughness in the collar showed, her headfur brushed back briefly but showing she had only just gotten up. There was a desk with papers carefully arranged on it, and another lower table with maps of the area, patrol routes marked in, and a dagger driven into the wooden table with force at the camp grounds on it. <br><br>"Devonna Blackhound. I didn't expect to see you again anytime soon." The serious voice belonging to Angelique Whitefang spoke in a manner that showed she was less than pleased of being woken up so, but she tried to reign in her temper. The white wolf's bosom was fair but the shirt and coat held it down, her skirt showing her status as the lone woman of her camp too a measure longer than the rules required, but not long enough to be even near too long for military service. She wore the insignia for her company in her outfit, as well as her personal insignia, and looked at Devonna with a hint of concern soon entering her gaze.<br><br>"I doubt you would be here unless it was very serious. I believe your group had some free time from the patrols given your recent activity, I am not sure what you did but I didn't expect to have you in my camp for certain. Kalen would not have let you in unless he thought so. Coming here with half your company too." She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Fourteenth had to go reinforce the town, and you are here. What is wrong?" She asked very seriously, it was obvious she was pushing herself to remain civil. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>22-01-2015, 23:35:04</strong>
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				As far as civility went, this had to be the most she had received from Angie Whitefang since...well, the incident during their academy training. It was good to see that she could put that aside and grasp at the gravity of the situation, spoken by Devonna's very presence in her camp. "I'll cut right to the matter since you're being so accommodating. A squad of your men ended up on my hill; they had become rotters." A pause to let that part of the information sink in before she continued. "I noted their insignias and, spurred by concern, made my way here. We encountered six more of your men as rotters with a larger group of thirty older rotters. We dispatched them. And now I'm here."<br><br>Devonna let Angie react and voice her thoughts, whatever they would be. There was something else that Devonna needed to tell her, and she feared that if they didn't hurry that another squad would become victims. "I informed command, but since you and I are the ones stationed out here with the 14th in town, I think you should know. My men captured a man last night that had a relic of some sort. The relic was capable of commanding the rotters. I don't think your squads disappearing are any accident. I believe Kalen mentioned that another patrol is running late?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 11:54:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Angelique grit her teeth together, her hand shaking a moment before she clenched it tightly, schooling her expression. Despite how she might fight with Devonna, she wasn't the sort of a commander to callously throw her men's lives away either, so it was obvious the news affected her. Drawing a long breath she considered the words, speaking seriously. "I wanted the patrols to be ready for trouble since we were getting promises the 14th company and 16th company would start helping us out next week if we cannot clear the matter before already. I suppose that's what the 14th company is supposed to be preparing for and attempting during this week. Nonetheless, I have sent three patrols along the roads, each of them twenty men strong, with ten men at camp keeping watch, two training and resting, and one resting from the night's watch. I imagined the large groups would allow the men to survive any stragglers that might get ten men on the road to panic and fall apart. It sounds like its a lot more serious if there's enough to take down twenty good men like that... or worse, taking more than one patrol down." <br><br>Her expression was pained, but she shook her head. "The patrols should be back within an hour's time despite what interruptions there might be, but if they aren't here then I will send a messenger pigeon to the headquarters about it. I am tempted to send one anyway about the dead men and the urgency of increasing patrols and seeking out the damn bastard behind this." She grit her teeth together again, a look of pure hatred in her eyes, though not meant for Devonna it seemed but whoever was behind this. Moving before the map she sighed and looked down on it, muttering. "If I knew where the bastard was hiding, I'd march there myself with my remaining men and seek to avenge my men." She spoke seriously, before looking up at Devonna. <br><br>"We may not get along too well but I wouldn't want you and your company dead either. So, I appreciate the information, but I am not sure what I can do right away with it. The situation here is hardly a good one, this is weakening our border with the barony. I'm half tempted to suggest tot he headquarters the necromancer might be a mercenary paid by the baron to weaken us before an attack if it would get us more men and equipment."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 18:37:11</strong>
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				It was good to see that Angie valued the lives of those serving under her. If they were still good friends then Devonna might have offered her a hug. "This rotter business had started some time before I returned from my recent excursion, so it hasn't been that long that these attacks have been going on. But if things are escalating, then...well, I don't think it's unfair to think that the necromancer might be working with the barony. Of all the borders to be concentrating attacks on, it just happens to be the southern border." Devonna shrugged. She had no concrete proof. "To add to the information I already gave you, the rat I caught said that the necromancer is looking for something and that he paid <em>very</em> well for information leading to its discovery. He meets with people in the swamp with signs pointing the way--but if he isn't expecting anyone, then the signs will lead to death." Devonna told Angie everything that she had been told by the rat and all that she had reported to headquarters.<br><br>"Given the recent battles in the surrounding area and the fallen...there no telling the scale of the force that the necromancer has at his disposal. But if things are escalating, then we need to convince command to be decisive."<br><br>Devonna didn't like the idea of putting her men on patrol in small forces for them to be picked off just as Angie's had been. Whatever remaining forces Angie had left, combined with the numbers that Devonna had brought with her equaled the strength of a full company. Whether that was enough to take on the Necromancer was still to be seen. If Devonna had her new equipment she would have been more inclined to march into the swamp herself, but they had still yet to arrive. "Let's wait for your patrol to return, like you said, then decide what to do." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 21:17:44</strong>
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				Considering her options seriously and somewhat quietly at the time, Angelique seemed to hesitate about what to do next, but looking at Devonna seriously at the time, she nod her head at the suggestion spoken out, seeming to agree at least that much. "We'll know better once we see if the others return. If even one of my patrols comes back, we'll have a company strength to take against this foe... if not, we're going to face a threat with less men at our sides but a threat still needs to be eradicated." She sighed wearily, looking up at Devonna in a serious fashion, before letting a breath escape her throat there. "I do not like the idea of fighting a spellcaster like that, especially one with their own army, but if its not done this could become a serious threat to the area, especially if he is already killing several soldiers to bolsters his ranks." There was a thoughtful look on her face for a moment, before shaking her head.<br><br>"My family spoke that there was a ... weird little cult in the south long ago. Before the barony left the Kingdom and all that. Supposedly, they were <em>death worshippers</em> that thought they could attain some measure of immortality by understanding death. Thing is, I think their little cult sought immortality by stealing life from others. Blood sacrifices." She shivered visibly. "It was never really confirmed though, just... talk about old battles where the cult was surrounded and slaughtered, and even then I am not sure what is fact and fiction, but with such history... maybe the necromancer is after something the cultists had?" She sounded thoughtful but shook her head. "History like that didn't concern me too much, it was imprecise, lacking facts, and soldiers against civilians so there was little to be learned about it. Soldiers should not have to kill civilians." Her thoughts were serious as she spoke, but sighed heavily then.<br><br>"We shouldn't wait too long, the patrols should be here in less than an hour. If we can try and keep from fighting for that time, I would be grateful for assistance in getting revenge." She let out a small sigh. Asking for aid would probably rank among the hardest things she could do, so she simply spoke like that, looking away for a moment. "I hoped for some peaceful rest after the evening's watch, having a pair of rotters to shoot from the wall wasn't too exciting but I didn't really ask to have my company attacked like this either." She shook her head quietly, looking tired after the news had hit through, but casting a glance at Devonna. "Swamps should be safe enough if we take some planks with us, slap them into the ground to form bridges in right areas."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 21:41:22</strong>
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				"There is still the matter of actually locating the necromancer," Devonna said. "Finding a single target when he does not want to be found is difficult. Doubly so if the target is a spellcaster of unknown quality. Whatever his motives, we don't know anything about his position in the swamp or what defensive measures he may have in place; since rotters don't need to breath, we'll have to wary of them popping out of the water. We'd be going in blind. Not to mention we'd be lacking subtly with the size of our force." She wasn't necessarily trying to dissuade Angie, but to get the white wolf to consider all of the angles of the situation and proceed accordingly. The swamp was to the south-east, between her own camp and Angies, though the bulk of the area favored toward the white wolf.<br><br>"Do you have the means to make flares?" Devonna asked. If things were going to go to hell anyway, if they had flares among their squads to communicate while they were in smaller groups, then they could cover a larger area more effectively, but also be able to respond for the call for reinforcements. Either way all they do was wait, but once the patrol arrived, or didn't, Devonna would insist on preparing a letter to command, informing them of their intentions and their planned pursuit--all in code of course. Planks and, if they could, flares to be prepared.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 19:50:48</strong>
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				The meal was served and though it was nothing too rich, a simple bit of soup would help the men to regain their strength. A while passed, but finally one of the three patrols returned, at full strength too, but looking a bit shaken. <strong>"Commander."</strong> The leading man started, noticing their guests but after Angelique's nod carried on seriously and standing at attention. <strong>"Our squad was attacked by several undead during our patrol, erupting from a shallow grave dug on the side of the road as we were proceeding. I had the men move ahead immediately and then formed a wall, having soldiers behind the first row engage any enemies by bow and moving back each time the line was pressed too hard, but moving as one, each men taking two steps when ordered, but never moving alone and breaking the line. We managed to avoid injury, destroying several dead. However, on inspection of the grounds we found evidence someone had been watching us, and fled during the encounter."</strong> The man seemed grim and serious, casting a look about the camp.<br><br>Before Angelique had time to comment further, there was a shout from the gate guards, and the gates were being opened fast, as a group of six men rushed inside, before the gates were being pushed shut, archers in the towers starting to shoot down on the approaching foes, the groans evident easily enough. <strong>"Commander!"</strong> The leading man, a large bear in that group, shakily held his bleeding arm and winced. <strong>"We're all bitten, and hurt, but we don't know if we'll turn. You'll need us under guard or outside."</strong> He stated this grimly but seriously.<strong> "Our group was surprised, with undead dropping out of the trees without warning, slamming down on our group. Some of them died from the fall breaking their skulls but others were on us before we could move away. We sustained injuries but fought our way free, returning here as soon as we could."</strong> The bear man finished his report seriously, wincing. <strong>"I apologise for losing so many good men, but by the time we realize something was wrong we were already swarmed by them."</strong><br><br>There was a nod from Angelique who gestured at the side of the camp, where a large wooden cage had been set up, clumsy as it was in construction, it seemed sturdy at least. <strong>"Very well, I'll try and get a healer for you as soon as possible, in the meanwhile I'll have someone bring you a meal and hopefully the filthy creatures need to kill someone to 'turn' them."</strong> It was evident that the matter had been talked about in this camp, as the bear-man saluted and walked towards the cage with his companions, who went quietly and willingly to that isolation. <br><br><strong>"Looks like we'll have one squad over a company's worth of men for ourselves here, not much but perhaps enough against this Necromancer, if we all move in. Obviously it will not be safe at all here until the necromancer is dead."</strong> She was holding herself firm, but it was obvious losing so many men was hurting her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>26-01-2015, 20:14:49</strong>
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				Devonna was upset over losing just three of her company during their first excursion--she couldn't imagine how losing several squads was for Angie. Devonna hoped she wouldn't have to experience that. When the squads returned with news of triumph and terror respectively, Devonna hoped that the theory that a person had to be killed in order to be turned was the truth of it.<br><br>"Company plus one squad. That's likely the best we're going to hope for if we want to finish this now," Devonna said. "For your bitten...as much as it pains me to say it, divide them among the other squads and have them observed, that's my suggestion anyway. I'll prep my troops. Let's get this done before night fall."<br><br>With that Devonna went again to make sure her company was ready to march. And to offer an apology to Mira. "I feel like I've been running your squad ragged. We'll have to train another squad in the finer points of scouting. Any nominations?" Whatever the case, Devonna and her men would be ready to march when Angie's were. Off to the swamp to hunt a necromancer.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>29-01-2015, 23:24:56</strong>
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				<strong>"I'm inclined to leave them behind at the camp in the cage, they're already hurt and should be recovering, healing up. Risking their lives again in battle would not do much good, and the men would mostly be distracted by having an eye on them rather than paying attention to the task at hand. I know it may be harsh but I honestly believe its best to let them remain behind."</strong> Angelique spoke entirely seriously, but let out a soft sigh briefly. <strong>"Alright. I hope we will be able to, I really don't want to see things fall apart at night, the dead are bad enough in the light of the day."</strong> She spoke entirely serious but shrugged.<br><br>Mira in turn smiled to Devonna slightly, shaking her head. <strong>"Not yet, I think that if we want shock troopers to take the front line we have a better selection, but I might be able to get Rose's squad up to the task if you want me to train them. They've got a cocky leader, but they're willing to listen and work as a team... <em>only time I saw a lady with cocks in her slit, ass, both hands, rubbed on her feet, pressed to her mouth, against her bosom..."</em></strong> She chuckled a hint as she whispered the bit of words after the mention of working as a team, looking at Devonna. "Only two of them held a bit back for their turn but they switched in without hesitation nor awkwardness... I believe you were 'resting' by that point." She smiled faintly, as preparations took place. <br><br>Nonetheless, as the troops got ready to march everyone was checking their equipment and preparing for the march, when a guard at watch shouted at someone and a shot was taken, before a pained yell from the other side was heard. Mere moments later, a balding rat was being dragged in, his clothes grass-stained and showing tree-bark on them, rough hemp-robe of some sort, something that would've looked suitable for a monk with a vow of poverty to carry. He was bleeding from the leg where an arrow had pierced it from behind. <strong>"We saw this creepy fellow watching our camp and turning to run!"</strong> A guard shouted, while Angie's eyes narrowed predatorily.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 00:58:54</strong>
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				Devonna had to agree with Angie's assessment. The only reason she suggested bringing the bitten along was that it otherwise meant that the men would have to fend for themselves in the camp--and if an attack were to happen...she tried not to think about it; she had no intention of undermining the authority of another commander, even if it was Angie.<br><br>The wolfess grinned at Mira. "Easy now. Didn't get your fill last night?" She laughed, though being reminded of what Rose's squad had done with her brought some color to her cheeks.<br><br>As the monk-dressed rat man was brought before them, Devonna would say, "Search him." She looked over to the glaring white wolf for confirmation of the order. "Did he drop anything during the apprehension?" If this was another of the necromancer's minions, then that would certainly be a boon indeed. If they found a similar totem smelling of the swamp on his person, then that would seal the deal. And the man's fate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 18:51:11</strong>
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				"I am just saying you got such a sexy butt I wouldn't get tired of watching it, bent over... though it is the thought of plunging into your slit that has me out of proper, relaxed state. Still, I am going to be professional during the work, just trying to admit my enjoyment of things in between rush." Mira replied in a somewhat calm fashion, more casual tone to her, yet the moment was broken when the revelation of the rat's presence upset the peace. <br><br>The look on Angelique's face was murderous as she stared at the rat, and the guards moved to lift up a small clay totem with him, this one intact, that had the rat panicking and try and reach to slap the totem out of the guard's hand. Angie's hand was on her blade and it slashed to the rat's arm slashing the palm open causing the rat to scream and hug his arm to his chest. Surprisingly strong in trying to draw his arm free all of a sudden like that, but the guard's reactions were quick and he hugged the totem turning away only being slapped on the side as he did so. <br><br>"Seems to me he's keen to have it broken..." Angelique smirked faintly, looking at the blood on her blade, then narrowing her gaze at the rat. "Why? Tell me, and I won't cut your stones out." Her tone was full of cruel intent, causing the rat to wriggle panicked, before he swallowed. "T-the totem makes the dead hold back, and allows a little command over them... i-its um... it also lets the necromancer know when one of us is near..." He hurried to add, but Angelique smirked a hint at the time already. "So carrying this we wont be in trouble with the dead until we see the necromancer and he or she sees us? Perfect. Now, <em>where</em> exactly is he..." She asked but the Rat tried to pull a button on the top of his outfit to his mouth, only to get knocked out cold by a guard's fist as the button dropped. Another guard picking it up and sniffing, then to cough and turn a bit green, stumbling back and vomiting. <br><br>To Devonna's nose, the bit of wetness fallen to the button had made it stink foul immediately, stink of something that couldn't be healthy to have at all. Unfortunately the bump on the Rat's skull might render him untalkative for a while, but Angelique looked a bit eager now. "What a scared little bastard... if I wasn't going to hold him responsible for my dead men I'd pity him." She said in a snarling fashion.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 19:18:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Perhaps when their unofficial business with the battlemage was complete, Devonna would invite her scouts to share her bed for the evening, but she filed such thoughts away as Angie questioned the rat. Really, save for the location of the necromancer, they had obtained just what they needed...before one of the guards knocked the rat out before he could poison himself. And it was poison that Devonna was smelling off of the wet button. "I wasn't aware the necromancer had inspired loyalty...especially not when this one gave up the function of the totems," Devonna mused. The rat that she had captured gave the impression that the necromancer's agents were in it for the promise of a fat payday.<br><br>"Strip him," Devonna said. "And find a way to dispose of the poison buttons. Patch him up too; we still need information." Giving Angie a smile, Devonna added. "Well, now that we've established that you're the 'bad constable', then I guess I'll be the one to treat him kindly." Devonna would order for the rat to be tied up after he had been stripped.<br><br>Once he awoke, Devonna would ask Angie to stay just within view while she took over the questioning. "Well, good morning," Devonna said, sweetly as she could muster. "I apologize for my colleague's treatment of you; she's lost some good troops to the machinations of you and your master--she's not in the nicest of moods. Now. I think we can get you a reduced sentence if you kindly tell us where the necromancer is. Now, this isn't my camp, so I was only given a short time to speak with you...you see, my colleague's sword is thirsty for the blood of those that turned her men into rotters." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>06-02-2015, 21:59:27</strong>
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				The shaken up fellow stared at Devonna warily as he was woken up again in the nude, a wince evident on his face. On a nearby bench, a set of four glass vials rested set apart from one another, a set of four buttons in his outfit poisonous from the looks of it, each one holding enough poison it could, melt in a bit of water, be used to kill and decompose ten men. Probably make twice that very sick, if it was so dilluted. Nonetheless, as he came to and found himself facing Devonna and Angie up close again, what with Angie's cold glare too. <br><br>There was a wary look on his face still while he looked up at her face at the time, hearing her apology causing him to blink but swallow. <strong>"U-uhm, I am afraid, and I do mean literally and otherwise, that uhm, that the necromancer put a bit of spell on that. He is hiding in the Serpent's Hol-UUAAAH!</strong> Screaming the rat twitched as it seemed like fiery brand was burning on his stomach's skin and making him whimper, a clearly serpentine skull inscribed upon it as he shook all over trying to say that. <strong>"Y-you see, I can't even finish saying that..."</strong> He whimpered and winced. <strong>"He'll know I tried too, and get out of there!"</strong> He whimpered frightened, but having done that much still. <br><br>Still, Devonna would have seen on the maps the swamps only held one place that was named after Serpents. <em>Serpent's Hold Bend</em>, which was a twist in the bit of stream there was to be seen around the area, supplying much of the murky waters the swamplands held. The stream itself was dark and brown, with enough mossy substance on it that it could surprise an unwary soul. Worse, the stream twisted into several 'bends' but the worst of them was a sharp 's' shaped bend that carried that name. Its name given to it by the reason it was also the resting place of a huge serpent's skeleton killed many years ago but still refusing to decay. It was a site of known, powerful death, and a place that had claimed many foolish people's lives over the years.<br><br>And a place that would house several water-logged old corpses that were preserved by the weird magic in those swamp grounds.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>06-02-2015, 22:24:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				So that was the game then, Devonna thought to herself; she really hated dealing with spellcasters for this very reason: unexpected surprises. "There's only one place in the swamp that has 'Serpent' in its name. Angie: if what he says is true, then time is now of the essence. 16th Company! Get ready to march; let's catch ourselves a necromancer!" As they were already ready to mobilize, getting on the road shouldn't take long. Devonna would tell Angie what she knew about the location, how they could expect resistance in the form of water-logged corpses long claimed by the damnable swamp and the giant snake that used to call the place home. Formation for the 16th was simple enough: swordsmen in front, archers in back in tight lines, just like during their encounter on the road before arriving at Angie's camp. How the white wolf chose to organize her ranks was up to her, but Devonna would make suggestions if she was solicited. <br><br>Time was of the essence and Devonna would do her best to keep her column moving while still staying in a tight formation that could easily face down whatever undead threats they came across. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 20:35:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The forces were on the move in a short order, making their way out of the camp as Angie listened intently to Devonna, nodding her head thoughtfully while considering things through. Despite their rivalry, she was willing to swallow her pride long enough to get rid of a threat it seemed, though the look of pain and wrath in her eyes was obvious, but at least not directed at Devonna. Nonetheless, their march brought them to the swamp's edge soon enough, and taking the formation to advance they were joined by Angie's forces in similar configuration, seeming to decide to add to her strength than compete with her own plans and have two weaker forces rather than one prepared one. <br><br>That proved to be a good idea as the murky waters suddenly erupted in motion, with rotting corpses advancing on them moving quicker than they should have been able to. Swift strikes felled many, but screams rose to the air as both Devonna's and Angelique's men suffered bites and slashes from dirt-covered nails, or even bony hands in a few cases. At least these corpses were not carrying weapons or armor upon them. Nonetheless, their advance was met with more than a single surprise ambush like that, but pushing ahead they avoided taking casualties though several people were badly hurt and whether or not the state of undeath was going to follow a bite or if it called for an actual death seemed a chilling thought to many who nursed a bitemark on their arm or leg. <br><br>Pushing ahead they soon came to the water-logged bend of the stream and found a large cavern resting nearby, old reeds cleared up from nearby, a stone altar set down near there with crimson jewels resting atop it shining slightly, but none of the soldiers seemed keen to approach them. If anything, the place had a foreboding sense of trying to push them away, but military discipline held and the men didn't rush off scared. Yet the sensation of dread was palpatable in the air, even as the cavern's dark shadows revealed a robed figure approaching steadily, followed by what seemed like a huge abomination stitched together from various corpses, towering three times as tall as a man should reach, having wolf fur, having bull horns, three heads atop its morbid, obese corpse, and a big thick bull arm holding a meat cleaver in it, and another shorter, slimmer feline hand grasping on a serrated knife, a third arm in the chest up front holding a club with nails driven through it like a crude morningstar. <br><br>"Well well, I expected a few filthy fools not an entire company's worth of troublemakers! What do I owe the pleasure, misses ? I'm going to enjoy having you watch your men get devoured by my obedient little puppets." The man's voice certainly seemed fit for someone that dealt with the dead more than the living. If he was supposed to be charismatic, it didn't show with the hood covering his face. If anything, the voice was so full of loathing and spite it gave a feeling that the goat was a true patriot by comparison, this man's utter <em>hatred</em> for them and perhaps their nation was thick enough that you could have sculpted a golem out of it by all rights.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 21:07:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The bites and scratches that her men had suffered weighed heavily on Devonna's mind--she knew little of the circumstances involved in converting someone into one of the undead. There was so much myth and fable surrounding the idea that there were dozens of wives' tales. She just hoped that they wouldn't have chaos in their ranks as they pushed toward the necromancer's lair. At the very least the column held against the sheer aura of foreboding the large cavern and its profane altar exuded. And then the necromancer appeared...with its golem of patchwork flesh and bone. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping Devonna from retching at the sight of the beast.<br><br>"You know full well what has brought us here. And I take it that there no way we can convince you to surrender?" Devonna asked, knowing full well the answer. The black wolf's eyes darted between the necromancer, the profane altar, and the abomination. The altar with its gems...Devonna knew little of magic, but she did know that the surest way to mess with it was to break its instruments. The necromancer, hidden beneath his hood and spitting malice, was physically a non-threat--though how much more undead he had at his command remained to be seen. What could be seen...the abomination--it was grotesque, it had three arms with crude, though nasty looking weapons. it's size communicated strength, but said little about speed. Wolf-pack tactics would fell this one, Devonna was sure of it.<br><br>"Angie," Devonna whispered. "I'll take the beast if you apprehend the necromancer and watch our backs. Destroy that altar if you get the chance; maybe the beast is powered by its profane gems." Devonna knew her strategy. They had flares--their archers would attempt to blind the beast's three heads and make it the new definition of "pin cushion". That would be two of her squads. The other three would rush in three different directions, to keep moving and to levy quick strikes at the beasts legs and base--as massive it was, it was only as stable as its foundation. Devonna would remain with her archers, keeping a close watch on the battlefield and their surroundings. When the fight began, she was quick with her orders--thanks to the night's lottery, the squads had their numbers, and they surely wouldn't forget them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 23:12:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a shout as the beast lurched forth and slammed its large body ahead to trample a few soldiers in the front lines advancing with a menacing growl rising from its throat already. It seemed to see Devonna as a threat, or perhaps both her and Angelique. Perhaps it was smart enough to see Officers posed a threat. Nonetheless, her command of archers had the approaching beast turning to a pincushion quickly, though it wasn't stopping. The warriors in the front tried to avoid being trampled but having hard time fighting the taller creature. A few slashed in the back of its legs finally causing it to stumble, as an equine warrior charged ahead to drive his blade through the creature's chest. Unfortunately, the creature slammed against the man with its meat-cleaver, the splash of blood from the vital strike showering the nearby men as the creature quite literally split the horse-man in two. <br><br>Angelique raised her own blade and stabbed at the alter, cracking its surface, and yanking the gemstones from their places, throwing them back to a warrior that stuffed them into a pouch he had held at ready. As the movement was going on, Angelique's efforts seemed to affect the way the tall monstrosity began to stumble and smell of rot spread as some of its stitches came apart. The necromancer was snarling and directing its other minions, before a shower of arrows landing on him pierced through what appeared to be a bone-armor under the robe, the torn cloth exposing a set of skeletal rib-bones wrapped around in a tight white leather to cover himself with, but now sporting some blood as an arrow pierced through one section. <br><br>The necromancer's words continued on though, more and more dead rising from the swamp, but their ranks began to break. A young man screamed while being pushed down, yaws locking on his neck a rotter tearing his throat open, leaving the man's cooling corpse on the ground. Yet even as the undead sought to advance, their numbers were being devastated, and in a few moments the numerous dead were being broken, the necromancer turning to flee before a particularily lucky shot hit the man at the back of the neck, causing him to stumble and fall. From the looks of it, the figure tried to crawl back into the cavern he came from, his legs unwilling to move after that lucky shot. <br><br>About that same time, the beast neared her ranks when one of Angelique's men bull-rushed the altar rather literally, shoving it off its pedestal and shattering it, causing the abomination to tear itself apart and collapse, ending the battle. It was a bloody mess, and from the looks of it, several had been bitten, and others were already dead. Whether or not they would rise, would be seen in the times to come. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>18-03-2015, 05:42:52</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With the altar shattered and the necromancer down, the grueling battle was over. If Angelique and her men weren't on the necromancer and putting him in manacles already, then Devonna a squad of her men would be moving to do just that. The black wolfess would survey the carnage--all of the raised corpses that had been swiftly put back to rest, their dead, and their wounded. Devonna would give the order for everyone to be on high alert, to watch the dead and wounded. <br><br>When they had the necromancer bound, Devonna did what she thought was reasonable: she punched him square in the nose. "You fucking fuck," Devonna snarled at him. It might have been Angie's turn to play good commander. Devonna wasn't all that strong physically, but she found the strength just for the sack of shit they now had in custody. She pushed him roughly against the cavern wall and punched him in the gut. "So many good men and women. So many fucking lives, you worthless piece of shit! Denied the only peace they had left after you slew them! How much is the baron paying you, huh? That's why you're here isn't it? Admit it before I tear your fucking throat out!"<br><br>She'd knee him in the groin next. "If my wounded turn, I'll drag you back to town by your balls and have a spooked horse castrate you!" Devonna thought she could have kept it together, that she could keep down her anger, but it bubbled over far too quick for her to control. This would have been the first time Angie would have seen Devonna unmistakably angry. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wintercat</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 22:57:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Devonna's attack on the necromancer's form was not interrupted by Angelique who stepped closer, watching the man. As Devonna began to strike the man's face however, it seemed that each impact on the man's face cracked something. A tooth falling, a crack in the man's jaw, the beating seemed to hammer the man's face, until it seemed the last strike shattered what seemed almost like a <em>mask</em> on his face, real fur and form, yet somehow seemingly unreal. As the strike landed, the seemingly difficult to describe man's face came to a view, a jackal with a few front teeth missing by the bashing Devonna had delivered. Jackals were rare, and easily recognised given their dark tendencies. Their homeland did have a large share of ancestor worship in its practices and using the dead to guard their tombs, they were also scheming bastards when it came to the higher classes, people willing to pay a great sum of money to have quality protections in place. <br><br>A Jackal Necromancer lay there bloody but as the mask on the ground lay in pieces, it seemed to shift from a bear, to a stag, and to a wolf. The man might have walked around in different disguise a fair while, come and gone unnoticed. Yet as it shifted, it seemed like the faces stuck in horror became relaxed, fading like mist leaving the mask. The man's jaw grit, as he snarled. "Damn you woman... all those faces... all those skinned faces I took.... do you know how long it took... how hard it was... to fashion the many faces of a liar's mask?" The man rasped his breath uneven as the pounding and punching had him shuddering, the impacts on his guts having left him puking on the ground shortly after.<br><br>"The baron... promised me... vengeance..." He sighed and growled at Devonna. "Your men will turn unless their wounds are treated by magic of light, and I doubt some of them will live long enough." He smirked coldly but shuddered, his jaw bloody. A high-pitched whine rose to the air as Devonna's kick to the man's groin caught with his shaft. At least part of the man's spiteful nature had a karmic punishment, it seemed he was poorly gifted, in fact by the feel of Devonna's foot she might have found more size in her own finger. The whimper of the necromancer did nothing to soothe Angelique however as she moved in to kick the necromancer's ass, literally.<br><br><strong>"You utter bastard! You stupid lunatic! You murderous camel-chaser!"</strong> She landed her second kick on the man's other asscheek but her third kick hit him on the balls causing the necromancer to cry out loudly. She seemed to take some joy in stomping the man's jewels just as she had broken the jewels on the altar. Seeming intent to make the both sets match, growling frustrated and drawing her blade, but with a great effort sheathing it again briefly. <strong>"Men! I want this bastard in chains and healed to a point he'll live... long enough to be tortured to death for what he has done to all of us! Death is too merciful for him, lets take him back alive to suffer far worse!"</strong> Her voice broke towards the end, sorrow evident as she looked the number of people that were dead, before walking over to Devonna, and silently shuddering while hugging Devonna shakily. <strong>"I'm gonna lose my rank... so many men dead... but at least this bastard will pay... promise me if you get a chance you'll put an arrow into the baron who seems to be behind this all too!"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Concubine of Victory (Calison, Wintercat)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Calison</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 23:42:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Just as Angelique didn't interrupt her, Devonna didn't lift a hand to stop the white wolf from exacting her own anger on the jackal. Her threat to castrate the man--a word she used in the loosest of ways to describe the scrum--seemed like it wouldn't be carried out with the way Angie was stomping on the necromancer's groin. She unconsciously rubbed at the hand she used to sock him in the nose, the unreal texture of the shifting fur mask left her with the shivers after having calmed herself.<br><br>As Angie's men took the necromancer off to be put in chains, Devonna hugged the shaking Angelique tightly; despite everything, Devonna found the strength to be a solid, stable point for her fellow commander. "I don't think I would have done much different had I been tasked to assign patrols." Their information was poor, both in regards to the number of undead and the nature of the affliction. "We're short on good commanders; I should hardly think you'll be discharged. But I do promise that if I meet this baron, it will be my blade through his neck." She continued to hold Angie for several long moment, using the time to calm herself down to her usual calculating state.<br><br>"He said our wounded will turn without magical healing," Devonna would finally say. "Time is of the essence. Get yourself and your healthy back to your camp; we left some wounded there--you need to get them to town. My men and I will take the wounded here and the bastard back to town. The dead...will slow us down. We can only offer them prayers." It pained her. The dead bodies of her men had been ones that eagerly fill her holes the night before--to leave any of her lovers in the gods-forsaken swamp...the sacrifices that had to be made. "Does that sound well to you?"<br><br>If it was, Devonna would put it into action, calling for her troops to prepare to march with their captured in front. Devonna would observe their wounded, both hers and Angie's, in the back. It was back to town, back to headquarters. When they left that cave and the swamp, all she could offer her dead were her prayers and request to the swamp to be kind. 
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