The Last Mission of Strella Niebla
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				Title: <strong>The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 19:10:03</strong>
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				The Mendivi barons fought for fifty years to unify the land around them. Betrayal, intrigue, murder and poison won as many victories as courage and battlefield strategy. It was a long, vicious no holds barred contest as the independent city states of Lustran resisted the idea of being ruled by anyone. But after the dust settled, the Carlos Mendivi was crowned the first Emperor of Lustran.<br><br>The free spirited peoples he ruled over found their unified ingenuity had much greater potential now that they were no longer feuding. Great leaps forward in all of the academic fields occurred in a very short time period. While there were many amazing advances, some of the strongest were in the area of exploration and discovery.<br><br>The Emperor's Air Scouts were the best and the brightest of the new explorers. Each one a polymath and hero in their own right, these men and women would pilot moonstone powered airships into the great beyond outside of the mountains that cut off Lustran from the mainland. <br><br>Strella Niebla, born in 7 UA (Unified Age), was one of the most famous of them. She opened relations with the lizard men of Turkjara, convinced the skin changers of Brusheim to surrender before a costly war, and mapped more of the known world than many other explorers would ever even see.<br><br>She was also legendary for her beauty and wit. While she did not fit the slender profile that the royalty preferred, her voluptuous curves were celebrated (and perhaps exaggerated) in the paintings done to commemorate her travels, which hung in many places where the denizens certainly did not care about her wit or accomplishments. When shown one of these seedier artworks Niebla dryly commented that she probably would have remembered if the lizard people had asked her to shine their tails that way. <br><br>In the more conservative paintings, however, Niebla was a splendid, dashing figure. Her curly black hair was tied with a thick yellow ribbon, her fresh young face always with a delighted air of confidence and excitement at her journey. She was typically dressed in the uniform of the Air Scout, a clean red shirt with ruffled cuffs and collar under a black leather vest that had more pockets than one could count and which extended down in something of a tight skirt covering to the top of her thighs, with matching red tights snugly gripping her powerful legs on which thigh high black leather boots, again filled with more pockets than one could count, and a thin black cloak with a hood that was usually down completed the image. She did typically display some cleavage in these images, which is understood to be accurate as Strella always despised how the royal society encouraged women to be meek and slender and liked to flaunt her assets because of that.<br><br>Her rapid witticisms, usually the expense of some bureaucrat or idle noble, tend not to be as well recorded as those who were the butt of them usually tried to punish those who were found writing them down. When the imperial poet once asked her if her ship had to be designed differently to account for the weight of her hips or bosom she responded that he was certainly in need of guidance on the subject of balance as the ridiculous wig he was wearing on his head clearly had more weight to it than anything inside his skull. In another instance a nobleman at a reception told her that she would make his life infinitely more exciting than his current wife would, Niebla glanced at the timid, meek woman he was married to and suggested he see if he could handle a houseplant first and then possibly a lesser animal, and if he could handle the excitement of that maybe she would consider it.<br><br>Her last mission remains the focus of myth and stories today. In 35 UA Niebla invented a powerful form of propulsion that would allow her airship to travel vast distances in single jumps, thereby permitting her to travel even further outside of the known world. She never returned from her first mission, and the Emperor forbid any others to attempt that system. <br><br>What happened has always been a mystery. Until now...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-11-2009, 19:15:01</strong>
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				The jump went better than calculated. As Strella watched the miles vanish under her rapidly flying ship she calculated that she had gone at least twice as far from the Empire as she ever had before, which meant several times further than any other explorer had ever been!<br><br>The pure moonstone essence she used to power the jump burned out after an hour, which was when her luck ran out. The engine could not handle the sudden shift from the pure stone to the regular fuel and shorted out. It would have been a simple fix but for the fact that the sudden stop sent Strella hurdling forward and grasping onto the deck of her ship for dear life. By the time she had managed to crawl back inside the ship was plummeting down at a fantastic rate of speed. <br><br>Strella grinned at the challenge, knowing that rebuilding the airship would be quite the accomplishment out here and she leaped out of the descending wreck and unfurled her trusty parachute that had saved her life more than once. <br><br>However the winds of this strange land did not set her down gently, but rather bore her aloft. Intrigued at this strange turn of events Niebla was even more astounded to find herself being set down on an island that was floating in the sky high above the land she had been exploring. She rubbed the wind from her eyes and glanced about at the amazing place she had been taking, a grin spreading across her pretty face as she took out her binoculars to survey the place the winds had taken her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 22:23:30</strong>
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				The cloud city of Cirrinius had been borne aloft for over a millenium.&nbsp; Falcons, proud peregrines, nested in its slender spires and minarets ready to strike from the city's great height on any unsuspecting pigeon that might stray&nbsp; within striking distance. The city was more to the peregrines than just a convenient place to roost however, for they were in service to the city.&nbsp; The city's rulers, the <em>pandion</em> elves, had forged an accomodation with the birds and a class of the <em>pandions</em> the accipters lived in an almost symbiotic relationship with the birds.&nbsp; Each of the falcon's nests were situated on the balconies of the accipter's homes reporting to their elven handler anything they saw as they scouted the air around the city.<br><br>So it was that one of the peregrines spied a large oblate spheroid approaching the city.&nbsp; Flying closer, in response to the telepathic directions of its accipter, the falcon soared high and then bent its wings to swoop down to reconnoitre the strange thing.&nbsp; It seemed that it was some form of flying craft though the bird had no concepts with which it could relay that information back to its accipter.&nbsp; Instead, it described what it could and then returned to the city, pausing only to dispatch an adventurous jackdaw to provide lunch for itself and its nestmate.<br><br>The peregrine's accipter, however, took the news of this alarming object in the city's skies to the council of the <em>pandions</em>.&nbsp; The council took the news remarkably calmly.&nbsp; Indeed, it might have seemed that they had been expecting such a strange visitor.&nbsp; Certainly, none of their pale blue faces betrayed any surprise whatsoever and their deliberations were calm and unhurried.&nbsp; The most junior member of the council, a young <em>pandion</em> in his early one-hundred and fifties named Calionderiel was given the duty of being the council's prime investigator of this new arrival.<br><br>Calionderial had been chosen not just because of his youth- and probable expendability- but because he was of the class of <em>pandion</em> that worked with the accipters most closely.&nbsp; He was an aquila.&nbsp; Possessing the same ability of the accipters to telepathically speak to birds, the aquilae had formed a partnership with the peregrines' larger cousins, the great war eagles of Cirrinius.<br><br>Hurrying down to the eyries, he metally summoned Brightfeather, his mount.&nbsp; Before long he was in the air and soaring towards the flyer.&nbsp; It seemed that he had hardly been in the air for five minutes when he sighted the craft.&nbsp; He swooped down and then rapidly checked his descent, letting Brightfeather veer away.&nbsp; For suddenly, the strange craft began to fall from the sky.&nbsp; Brightfeather's keen eyes saw something leap away from the craft and without waiting for his rider's command he stooped towards it.&nbsp; Again, he veered away as a huge mushroom of fabric caonpied over the falling being and, that canopy catching the wind, the being was borne up aloft and towards Cirrinius.<br><br>With a scowl, Calionderiel ordered Brightfeather to seize the canopy and drag the dangling being back to the city.&nbsp; The eagle's sharp talons made short work of the canopy's silk and his powerful wings were more than equal to the task of bearing the being back to the eyrie.&nbsp; Caolnderiel looked in amazement at the being whom Brightfeather had deposited on the eyrie's floor.&nbsp; It- she- was a woman.&nbsp; A remarkably exotic woman and definitely not an elf, but a woman nonetheless.&nbsp; She was beginning to pick herself up from the floor, so Calonderiel decided his was the place to speak first.<br><br>"I apologise for the roughness of your being brought here," he said, "But your trajectory was about to bring you into dangerous air currents and I doubt you would appreciate the suffocating volcanic fumes that would have engulfed you by now had I not intervened.&nbsp; So, what brings you here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 02:09:42</strong>
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				Strella had long ago suppressed her urge to automatically reach for weapons. She was so fast and so good with what she packed that she had the luxury to wait until she'd figure out if she was in danger. That gigantic eagle didn't look like it would have much problem ripping her in half and it's rider seemed equally formidable, although not quite as naturally endowed with weaponry. Still the tale blue elf was unlike any species she had ever seen and lots of trial and error had taught her always assume that those you don't know have some weird ability.<br><br>Luckily the creature spoke a language she knew. "Why, you do." Strella said getting to her feet gracefully. "You and your people of course. I have been sent to make contact with the powers that be in this land. May I have the honor of knowing who I address?" Strella said with reserved formality, she did not make any of the many formal greetings she knew, not being aware of the local customs she did not want to insult the stranger accidentally. <br><br>An amateur would have been worried about the volcanic gas, a professional may have bragged about how they were no concern, but Strella was beyond that, she did not even bring it up. Let the blue elves think the air would harm her, her equipment would filter it out easily enough once she snapped one of her masks on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>29-11-2009, 02:42:18</strong>
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				Calionderiel was somewhat alarmed by her assertion that his people had drew her here.&nbsp; Yet he allowed none of this alarm to show on his face.&nbsp; Brightfeather, however, was not so self controlled and he lifted his head and screeched loudly.&nbsp; Cal lifted a hand to quieten his mount and simply nodded.<br><br>"Come this way and I shall answer your questions," he said.&nbsp; It was, he thought wise to get her out from the eyrie and away from Brightfeather who might betray his rider's emotions as he assessed the visitor and was assessed in turn.&nbsp; His quarters were, unsurprisingly, close to the eyrie.&nbsp; His apartment was large and spacious, as befitted a council member.&nbsp; A large window led out to a baclony overlooking the edge of the city.&nbsp; Beneath it, the peregrines and eagles wheeled above the clouds.&nbsp; "Please, make yourself comfortable," Cal said, sinking onto one of a pair of couches that were placed opposite each other across a low table.<br><br>"You say we have brought you here?" Cal asked.&nbsp; "I was not aware that any outside this land were aware of our existence."&nbsp; He shrugged and sighed before carrying on.&nbsp; "I am Calionderiel, a member of the council of this city and you are?"&nbsp; He left the question hanging, after all, she had asked for names first.
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				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 07:07:17</strong>
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				"Strella Niebla, Air Scout, First Class." Strella said, not hiding how proud she was of her title. She did not expect the elf to understand it. It looked like these people were very much at home in the sky. <br><br>"I suppose you're wondering why that's so impressive." She flashed Calionderiel a winning grin. "My people aren't free to explore the skies as yours, it takes great courage and intelligence for one of us to get out this far or this high. And do not fret, your people are not known, which is why I came looking for you." Strella strutted over to the window and took in the city. She took in the arrangement of buildings the style, the defenses and the assets all as she also appreciated the beauty of it.<br><br>"I suspect you've never had a visitor from my people Councilman Cal-" she paused working on the name "-ionderiel." She glanced at the elf and smiled as she walked over to the opposite chair and sat into it, gracefully crossing her right leg over her left. "Tell me is it your job to collect the wanderers who stumble across this or did you just get lucky today." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>08-12-2009, 00:30:49</strong>
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				There was, Cal thought, something decidedly exotic about this outlander.&nbsp; And that was... intriguing.&nbsp; The way she strutted about his apartment, examining and, no doubt, taking mental notes of everything she observed, spoke of pride, almost arrogance, and Cal found this quite...&nbsp; Once more he found he could not grasp the right word and so settled on intriguing again.<br><br>"I would say, Scout Niebla, that taking to the skies requires courage and intelligence whether it be on the back of a bird or on a machine," Cal drawled, not wanting her to assume that it was anything less than terrifying the first time an aquila was launched into the skies on the back of an eagle.&nbsp; Admittedly, the terror was soon replaced with exhilaration, but that was neither here nor there.<br><br>He found his eyes being drawn by the slender lines of her legs as she crossed them and he forced his eyes up to meet her gaze.&nbsp; &nbsp;She was clearly intelligent, he reminded himself, and clearly aware of that fact.&nbsp; She was so unlike a <em>pandion</em> lady and Cal found himself wondering if that difference was innate to her people or whether it was a feature that was uniquely her own.<br><br>"You surmise correctly, Scout Niebla," he said, flashing her a grin.&nbsp; "We have not encountered any of your kind before.&nbsp; However, normally, visitors to Cirrinius announce themselves before they appear.&nbsp; Smaller birds were the ones who alerted us to your appearance and, such an unusual conveyance meant that someone of the requisite seniority had to investigate, to see if your appearance is a threat."&nbsp; He steepled his slender fingers before him and his eyes became flinty.&nbsp; "So tell me about your people."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>09-12-2009, 03:00:13</strong>
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				"We are the legacy of Mendivi." Strella said with a superior smile playing about her enticing lips. "The greatest king who ever lived. With a fist of iron he united the cities and the lands beyond them and that unity gave birth to the divinity of our Empire." Strella was the type of person who could not help but seem dangerous. She was smart, confident, capable, beautiful, and a fanatic.<br><br>"My emperor has never been defeated. Every foe he faces he has crushed. Every land he has desired bows to him." Strella's lovely round eyes seemed to burn with inner pride. "I serve him because he is the light of creation." Strella seemed so confident in the superiority of her land that she was not concerned with ruffling any feathers amongst Cal's people.<br><br>Strella then smiled in self-deprication. "Myself I come from a town who's women are known to be overly dramatic and passionate." She&nbsp; grinned. "I was never good enough to star in the cabaret so here I am. Hopefully my entrance has been entertaining." <br><br>As Strella spoke her eyes never left Calionderiel. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 19:31:55</strong>
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				Cal's eyebrow lifted a fraction of an inch as he listened to the woman's haughty words.&nbsp; Examining the cast of her face and the tautness of her posture and saw the effects of indoctrination.&nbsp; Perhaps her people had cause for their arrogance but Cal was enough of a student of history to know that such empires eventually failed.&nbsp; Had not the mighty <em>Rhwmanes</em>, whose empire had covered most of the known world and thus forced his people to the skies, failed, once they started believing they were unbeatable?&nbsp; Such thoughts could only cause stagnation and, inevitably, the fatal underestimation of a worthy opponent.&nbsp; Let her have her pride but let her also know that nothing lasts forever.&nbsp; And so, he softly chanted a few lines of a riddle known to the short of stature <em>perians</em> of the North.<br><br>"This thing all things devours<br>birds, beasts, trees, flowers;<br>Gnaws iron, bites steel;<br>Grinds hard stones to meal;<br>Slays king, ruins town,<br>And beats high mountains down"<br><br>"Your people's accomplishments are. it seems, impressive," Cal said, catching the gaze that she had kept on him thought her speech and his reply.&nbsp; "And passion is no crime, indeed, it rather than any king, I would say, is the fire of creation."<br><br>With those words, Cal stood and came to sit beside her, lifting a finger to gently touch those soft-looking lips of hers.&nbsp; "But no more talk of politics," he said. "For you must be fatigued after your arduous journey its tumultuous ending.&nbsp; Would you like some food, as befits an honoured guest?"
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				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 04:19:52</strong>
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				'A handsome young elf the knows riddles and offers to feed me? I've definitely had worse receptions.' Strella thought happily.<br><br>She had turned her body to be facing Cal's as he sat down next to her, moved her crossed legs closer to his and let one arm linger on the back of the sofa almost touching his shoulder. With his finger on her lips they were practically embracing. Strella tried to read the emotions in the blue elf's eyes. She felt like she was being dissected by his stare. Was his interest clinical, professional, or perhaps maybe romantic?<br><br>Strella's full lips softly melted into a smile. Perhaps this mission would be the most fun yet. The last few expeditions has been hostile terrain, armed natives and death-defying escapes at the last minute. It would be delightful to seduce and charm her way to influence once more. <br><br>"I'm afraid all of my formal gowns crashed with my ship." She said enticingly. "I haven't anything proper to wear to dine with someone so respectable." She couldn't help but bat her eyelashes just a little, making her eyes look a bit large and helpless. "I would not want to make a bad impression in my first meal here. Perhaps your wife or lover has something I could borrow?" She nearly whispered she spoke so softly, making their closeness more intimate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 22:57:16</strong>
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				"Hardly handsome, Scout Niebla," Cal said, removing his finger from her lips.&nbsp; He looked into her eyes, trying to gauge her intentions.&nbsp; She was attractive in an exotic way: her ears were curiously rounded and her eyebrows lacked the characteristic upsweep common to the eyebrows of his people.&nbsp; He couldn't help but return her smile and he laughed.<br><br>"You needn't worry about dressing for dinner," Cal said, his eyes twinkling.&nbsp; "It would hardly be a recovery from your trials were you to be subjected to a full formal meal."&nbsp; He leaned back, putting a little distance between them and he smiled.&nbsp; "I'm sure that my sister will be able to loan you suitable clothing, you're of a size I would say."<br><br>Cal remained where he was, regarding her carefully, as he reached back to pull on a cord several times with a particular rhythm.&nbsp; The instruction to bring a light buffet having been sent, Cal wondered exactly what the strange woman's expectations were and what, exactly, it would be like to kiss those full lips of hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 23:36:35</strong>
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				Sister. No wife or lover. Strella thought to herself as she lifted her arm from where it had been practically embracing Cal.<br><br>"Well, I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. I do not know your customs, is there any etiquette concerning dining I should know? Will we be eating alone or shall anyone join us?" Strella put her hands on her knees and smiled at Cal fetchingly. "I don't suppose there is somewhere I could go to ah, freshen up before we eat?" She asked.<br><br>Strella knew the man wouldn't be able to poison her, not with her equipment, and she somewhat doubted that he would. She had the impression that Cal wished to study her just as much as she wished to learn from him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 01:28:59</strong>
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				"Of course I have you at a disadvantage," Cal laughed.&nbsp; "I am fresh and relatively rested and in my own home while you are tired from a long and difficult journey; there should be something very wrong indeed were you to have the advantage.&nbsp; Until you're fully recovered from your journey, we'll eat alone.&nbsp; Our social customs are intricate and I'm sure you will want to be proficient before you eat with the Council."&nbsp; He stood and led her through an arch to a rectangular room.&nbsp; "And of course, as you say, you'll want to freshen up.&nbsp; You may do so here."<br><br>The room was some twelve feet by sixteen feet in size and clad in grey stone.&nbsp; Near the arch there was a long bench, also of grey stone and further along the wall a cubicle.&nbsp; Set in the grey stone floor, by the bench there was an indentation, six feet square and three feet deep with a dark grey plug in its centre, obviously an empty pool.&nbsp; On the wall opposite the arch, a large glass jar held a dozen salamanders next to a bubbling fountain.&nbsp; Two copper tubes led from the fountain.&nbsp; One fed through the fire elementals' container in a spiral before running to the square pool while the other fed into the pool directly, both tubes being controlled by a tap at the fountain end.<br><br>"The garderobe opens directly to the air beneath us," Cal explained, gesturing to the cubicle.&nbsp; "I trust you can regulate the Salamanders to get the water to the temperature you want?"&nbsp; He smiled and then bowed.&nbsp; "Not knowing your people, I will leave you to bathe alone and go and get some suitable clothes for you from my sister.&nbsp; Cleaning can be arranged for your travel clothes after we've eaten."&nbsp; With those words, he bowed and was gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 08:18:43</strong>
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				Strella took in the room. The design was simple, but everything was well made. The salamanders especially showed a very high level of aptitude in ... well, whatever it was that kept the elementals in check. Strella walked over to the jar and regarding the little monsters, somewhat impressed.&nbsp; Just one of them could burn down a small village back home, Strella had never seen one domesticated. Well, domesticated wasn't quite the best word, contained more like. <br><br>Still, if these people were advanced to the point that these blue elves would leave their young and weak ones alone in the bathroom with these things the containment must be pretty good. Strella leaned in a little just as one of the lizards snapped at her. Strella gasped and jumped back, reaching for her weapons, but then sighed as she realized whatever the jar was made of wasn't going to let it out.<br><br>Strella glanced around, worried that someone had seen that. There didn't appear to be any means of spying, but just in case she removed a small gem from a special pocket and placed it on the bench. It should interfere with any magical scrying.<br><br>Strella carefully removed her tunic and boots and peeled offer her clothes. It felt good to be free of them after so long in her ship. The faucets were easy enough to figure out, and the salamanders did her bidding easily enough once she figured the system out.&nbsp; She lowered her curvy tanned body into the hot water and sighed in relief. Her shoulders especially were sore from where the parachute straps had dug in when the eagles pulled her to the city.<br><br>As she ran the fragrant soaps over her legs she thought about what her next move would be. She didn't want to be too far from her tunic and all of its gadgets but also didn't want to seem too paranoid. Perhaps she could just take what she needed and hide it in her undergarments. She grinned at the thought of anything she hid there being discovered by Cal. Maybe losing one or two gadgets wouldn't be so bad if that was how they were found.<br><br>Strella finished cleaning herself, making sure she was impeccable before she washed her hair. This 'Council' she was to meet intrigued her. She wondered if it was a democratic sort of government council, or the 'how shall we execute this foreigner' council. Either way she would have to be prepared. Perhaps she could linger with Cal a few days more than necessary to make sure was at full strength...among other things.<br><br>She smiled as she finished washing out her hair and stepped naked from the tub. It was odd how standing in proximity to the salamanders dried her off faster than a normal towel would. Her thick hair dried out nicely and she brushed it out to it's full volume. Normally she would be wrapped in something at this point, but she stood naked as she placed a small mirror on the bench and applied some make up. It wasn't something she got to do a lot and she wanted to get it right. She had noticed Cal admiring her lips so she decided to emphasize them with a dark maroon shade, and then followed it by lining her eyes in black and applying some dark purple eyeshadow to give a mysterious, seductive look. She grinned, realizing she had put it on a bit heavy, but she could always pass it off as her people's custom. <br><br>Rising from the bench she wondered if she was to summon Cal or if he would arrive. She noticed a bell apparatus similar to the one that the blue elf had rang to get dinner ready and pulled on it tentatively, hoping it would signal to her host she was ready for her clothes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 14:16:15</strong>
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				While the alien woman was bathing, Cal slipped out of his apartment, locking the door behind him.&nbsp; He went first to Senior Councilman Thoronestil who was Cal's immediate superior.&nbsp; The iron haired elf took Cal's report on the stanger impassively and made one of the laconically short comments for which he was famous.<br><br>"Sophisticated eh?"&nbsp; Thoronestil said, his lips curling in what might have been an amused smile.&nbsp; "Think you're up to handling her for a few days?"&nbsp; Cal looked at his superior steadily, trying to ascertain whether he was being gently poked fun at or not, for he had to admit, the thought of "handling" the exotic alien had crossed his mind a couple of times.&nbsp; After Cal had gently nodded, the older elf smiled and dismissed him: "Well then, off you go and collect the girl some clothes.&nbsp; We can't have her wandering the city dressed like a barbarian, can we?&nbsp; The council will pay for a small set of clothes for her, just so your sister won't lose her entire wardrobe."<br><br>Cal wondered how the old elf had known he was going to lean on his sister for clothes as he made his way back to his apartment.&nbsp; He stopped of at his sister's dwelling, next door to save time.&nbsp; Salinderia, his sister, had a fairly good taste in clothes and it would be both simpler and swifter, Cal reasoned, to ask her advice than to try and purchase clothes for his guest.&nbsp; Unfortunately, his sister was not in, so Cal let himself in and swiftly penned her a note explaining, before taking some clothes of the fashion that was popular among the young women in the city.<br><br>As he entered his own apartment, he heard the sounds of a bell and he ventured into the pool room.&nbsp; The sight that greeted him was&nbsp; distracting to say the least.&nbsp; Freed of her uniform, the woman was even more compellingly exotic.&nbsp; She was clearly much more curvy than the slender elven women he was used to and he found it hard not to stare at he long, shapely legs, smooth tanned skin and impressive bosom.<br><br>"I hope these will do," he said, as he left the simple dress and sandals he had taken from his sister on the bench for her.&nbsp; Blushing furiously, he backed out, commenting that the food should arrive in about ten minutes and he went to rest on the couch to try and put all thoughts of "handling" from his mind before his exotically lovely guest joined him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 02:11:24</strong>
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				Strella's coy smile become wolfish as her flustered host retreated from her. Although she enjoyed strong arming people with her military connections or impressing them with combat skills, there was no feeling in the world more stimulating than terrorizing people with her raw sexuality. <br><br>Her playful joy faded quickly as she picked up the dress. It was clearly made for a woman who was more or less the opposite of her body type.&nbsp; Cal's sister was clearly tall and slender where Strella was shorter and curvier, and well, chubbier.<br><br>"This is what I get for asking a man to pick out a dress." She muttered as she stepped into the sky blue number and tried to pull it up over her hips. It was an incredibly difficult task but eventually she managed to pull it up and over, the result being that what was supposed to be a loose flowing style skirt was more skin tight.<br><br>Strella took a deep breath and pulled the shoulder straps up. That was not difficult as Cal's sister's torso was longer than hers, but it was quickly obvious that lacing up the back was a pipe dream at best. Strella improvised, turning what was supposed to be a tightly laced bodice section into a v-back that left most of her back exposed under the laces.<br><br>Strella examined herself and pulled a face. The skirt was too long, dragging at least six inches on the ground, and the top part was pulled tight by her chest which was clearly much larger than anything meant to cram into this dress. The scoop neck which was meant to show only the neckbone instead smashed her breasts into something vaguely resembling cleavage.<br><br>Coupled with her heavy makeup Strella couldn't help but think she looked a lot like a teenage girl trying on her mother's clothes.<br><br>"Well...so much for wowing him with my sophistication." She muttered as she lifted the skirts in an uncharacteristically ladylike gesture and slipped her feet into the sandals. <br><br>"Okay Strella...no sudden movements or this thing will rip into about ten pieces." She sighed and still holding up the skirt in one hand carefully made her way out to Cal.<br><br>"Apologies to your sister." She muttered. "I think this is stretched beyond any possible use again." She decided if she couldn't be the glorious seductress she may as well be the damsel in distress.<br><br><em>P.S. hey i'm seducing a god! Sweet! Congrats! :D</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 17:37:16</strong>
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				Living with birds as closely as the <em>pandions</em> did, it was not surprising that Cal had a great knowledge of their behaviour and habits.&nbsp; One of the more fascinating behaviours was the "gape"&nbsp; exhibited by chicks wanting to be fed by their parents.&nbsp; Over the years, careful study had shown that certain physiological features acted as triggers to the parents, eliciting a response that all but circumvented the older birds' brains.&nbsp; The yellower the inner lining of the bill and the bluer the balls of muscle at the bill's corners, the more likely the bird was to be fed.&nbsp; The parasitic <em>cuculus</em> bird employed these features mercilessly on its hosts.&nbsp; Planting it's eggs in the nests of another bird, it's young's gape held such over exaggerated feeding triggers that the host birds could not help but feed it, even ehen it was plain that it was not the same species as they were.&nbsp; It simply gaped and they could not resist and they fed it, even to the extent of ignoring the pleading gapes of their own young.<br><br>So it was with Cal's guest as she swept in.&nbsp; Her travelling clothes had, to a certain extent, hidden her figure, but dressed as she was in Salinderia's gown, her curves were obvious.&nbsp; The clinging of the smooth material around her hips and breasts accentuated their size and the effect was a potent on Cal as if he had been simultaneously hit over the head with a mallet and injected with tincture of <em>osthat</em>.&nbsp; He was, quite simply stupefied by the sight of her and suddenly overtaken by a warm wave of arousal.&nbsp; Like the powerful drug, <em>osthat</em>, the sight of the curvaceous woman approaching him made his pulse quicken and his knees weaken.<br><br>Dimly, Cal knew that he should find her exaggerated curves ridiculous in comparison to the slender beauties of his own race but as the stronger signals of the young of the <em>cuculus</em> bird bypassed the cognitive abilities of the host birds, the alien woman's voluptuous figure spoke not to Cal's rational brain but rather to his libido.&nbsp; His eyes bulged and his jaw dropped open.&nbsp; After a few false starts, Cal found his voice and managed to answer her.<br><br>"I... I'm sure she won't mind," he said, trying to tear his eyes away from her bewitching cleavage.&nbsp; "I've been granted expenses to purchase you some clothes, so some of that can go to replace Salinderia's dress as well as getting you something to wear in the time you're with us."&nbsp; Before he could say anything more, there was a knock at the door and a young female elf delivered a trolley laden with food.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 03:23:29</strong>
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				A bit of Strella's wolfish grin returned as she observed Cal's gawking. She realized a skin tight dress, even one badly the wrong size could make a man's heart skip beats no matter how classy and advanced his civilization was. Maybe us humans will have the last laugh after all she thought to herself somewhat proudly. <br><br>As the girl came in Strella managed to step behind a column and remain hidden from her. She did not want the serving girl to spread gossip about the stranger in Cal's house and the less people that knew about her the better. She assumed this 'Council' already knew and that whatever passed for a ruler would probably be updated if some underling deemed it worthy of his attention. She wondered idly how much of a threat she was considered.<br><br>As she watched Cal walk to get the food she couldn't help but grin wider as she saw he was somewhat aroused. Easy girl, she told herself, no need to rush things. Then the smell of the food came to her and her stomach rumbled.<br><br>"I warn you Calionderiel. I am so famished that if the weight I gain from a few bites of this food causes the lining of this dress to rip I shan't stop eating until I'm full." She purposefully did not make eye contact with him as she said this, amusing herself with the thoughts that must be going through his head as she hungrily devoured the food in front of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 19:26:44</strong>
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				Cal smiled as he watched his guest set too at the meal and, though his stomach was rumbling too, he restricted himself to a small meal.&nbsp; Partly, this was because he could imagine Brightfeather's scornful remarks if he overate and partly because he found himself fascinated by the way Strella ate.&nbsp; The simple economomy of her movements, the way that her lips glistened after each mouthful and, he had to admit, those curves of hers were all quite fascinating.<br><br>"I'm sure that there will be more dresses should your indulgence damages this one," Cal said with a smile as he watched her eat.&nbsp; "It seems as if you have had to restrict your diet on the journey.&nbsp; Feel free to make yourself at home while you're here."&nbsp; He took a sip of the fruit juice that was in his glass and smiled reassuringly.&nbsp; "We both have a lot to learn about each other and our respective cultures.&nbsp; I'm sure that such an exploration will take some time, will it not?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 05:23:49</strong>
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				Strella nodded as she looked up from a delicious mouthful of flavorful vegetables. "Of course my dear of course." She said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "You know this is very good, but it's a little." She stared up at the highly domed ceiling as she thought.&nbsp; "Timid." She decided was the best word as she looked back at the elf. "Do your people not enjoy spicy foods? I love them." She took another mouthful and gulped it down.<br><br>"Yes, I am famished. My journey took awhile and I only packed flatbread, I didn't think any less durable food would survive the speeds I came here at." She grinned. "Just wait until I rebuild my ship. I bet it flies faster even than your intimidating bird friend." She flashed one of her confident, friendly grins at Calionderiel. <br><br>Strella was done fairly quick, having wolfed down everything put in front of her with great efficiency. "Despite it's lack of burning my mouth with spiciness that was quite good." She said, leaning back in the couch and settling herself. "Do your people feel tired after eating?" She questioned. "The wood elves of Ilbersen never did. They always wanted to talk and compete in things after eating. It was so very obnoxious." She said as she got comfortable in the couch, making sure to adjust and wiggle herself as tantalizingly as possible as she did so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 12:23:17</strong>
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				She had to be doing it unconsciously, Cal told himself as he watched her stretch on the sofa.&nbsp; His breath caught in his throat and he quickly looked away from her inviting curves.&nbsp; Pouring himself some more of the fruit juice, he tried not to wonder what it would feel like to press himself against her lush body.&nbsp; She was a guest, he reminded himself, a visitor to the city that he had to observe dispassionately.&nbsp; As a result, he completely ignored her comments about Brightfeather's flying ability.<br><br>"Tired?" Cal heard himself replying.&nbsp; "No indeed not, we are an active people who enjoy our food without the need to make every meal test of courage."&nbsp; He grinned at her and then went on, "If you require something hotter, we can accomplish that, some of the dishes from the South of the continent pack a punch.&nbsp; After all, I should hate for you to think that I have failed to service any of your needs."<br><br>As the words left his mouth, Cal wished that he had spoken differently.&nbsp; For "service her needs" put an image into his head that was very different from that of someone providing food.&nbsp; So much, he thought, for dispassionate, as he felt his cheeks warm once more and he quickly took a gulp of his juice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-02-2010, 02:56:59</strong>
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				Strella made it obvious that she had caught the double entendre. "That's quite hot enough thank you." She said demurely as she glanced from side to side. She let a few moments pass just to savor the awkwardness. This elf was even cuter when he was embarrassed. <br><br>"So perhaps we could go to explore the wreckage of my ship?" She asked pleasantly. "We have quite a lot of daylight left and the weather here is wonderful." She said with a bit of temptation in her voice.<br><br>She was wondering if the elf would let her leave the city. How much of a guest and how much of a prisoner was she? Time to test the limits.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 14:29:59</strong>
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				Cal stood, his body unfolding elegantly and he turned slightly from her, so that his "interest" in her lush appearance was not evident.&nbsp; He stepped past her and gestured towards the balcony.<br><br>"You forget, I think the altitude at which we're floating," he said as he made his way out to stand, his hands resting on the rail to look down at the landscape below.&nbsp; The sky was still blue, yet the snow capped peaks of the mountains below were already tipped with the flame of the setting sun's last rays and the shadows between them were filled with inky darkness.&nbsp; "While it is still light up here, night creeps up on the land below with swift feet," he said as the Strella joined him.&nbsp; To the north, the flames of one peak were more than those caused by the sunlight reflecting from the snow and a plume of steam, smoke and ash was raising from a distant volacano.<br><br>"You see over there?" Cal asked, pointing towards it.&nbsp; "Your craft crashed on the slopes of yonder volcano and while it may have survived the heat and the impact, it would be foolhardy indeed to set out after it in the fading light.&nbsp; He reached out and took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.&nbsp; "Rest assured, we shall do everything in our power to recover your belongings in the morning."&nbsp; He turned to her and looked down into her eyes, smiling.&nbsp; "I will take you to the crash site at first light and you can direct the recovery teams there, if you like."<br><br>He glanced back at the the lounge and his eyes narrowed in thought.&nbsp; The morning.&nbsp; There were definite issues with that, not least the one of where they would both sleep.&nbsp; The gentlemanly thing, Cal thought, would be to let her use his bed and for him to sleep on one of the couches.&nbsp; His lips curled in a rueful smile as he recalled the conversation he had had with his sister about whether he needed a guest room or not.&nbsp; His assertion that he would never have anyone to stay seemed ridiculous now.<br><br>"If you would like to wait here for a moment," he said, "I'll prepare my room for you and arrange myself a couch to sleep on in the lounge."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>10-03-2010, 06:53:03</strong>
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				As Cal walked out Strella calculated all the reasons she wasn't about to stay in that room alone - she didn't want to be spied on, she didn't want to be anywhere dangerous, she didn't want to find out in the middle of the night that there was a local custom to kill all foreigners...no, there was no way she was staying in there alone.<br><br>She waited patiently for her host to return and when he began to act as though he was going to get the couch ready she stood up and walked over to him. She crossed her hands over her stomach and cleared her throat softly. "Mister Calionderiel sir?" She said with a meekness that could melt men's hearts. "I hope you aren't going to force to me sleep alone tonight. It's just..." She sighed and glanced at the windows. "It's so very new and different up here. Those huge birds and the fire monsters in the bathroom and I will get so lonely knowing how far away home is." She sighed. "Would you be a gentleman and spend the night with me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 13:47:38</strong>
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				Cal was a little confused by her request, but he did his best to conceal that.&nbsp; He also had to work very hard to conceal the effect that the thought of lying in bed next to this lush-bodied alien was having on him.&nbsp; She was so very different from the slender elf-maidens that he was used to.&nbsp; Her curves held an almost mesmeric appeal to his eyes and there was a spark about her personality that he found most compelling.&nbsp; However, it would be a breach of etiquette were he to make this effect known to her and, well, she would hardly think much of him would she?&nbsp; He carefully led the way back to the lounge, hoping that the bulge in his breeches was not that noticeable, and he smiled at her as he sat down on the couch.<br><br>"I'm unsure what your customs are, scout Niebla," he said.&nbsp; "However, here we hold hospitality highly and, should that be your wish, then so be it.&nbsp; I should be a poor host were I to leave you feeling alone and nervous.&nbsp; Neither the salamanders nor the eagles shall harm you but if my remaining close should allay your fears, then I would be happy to help."&nbsp; He looked away and down to the right as she approached, hoping that his less than professional interest in her was not too noticeable.<br><br>"In any case," Cal said, "Please call me Cal.&nbsp; There's no need for titles, is there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 00:15:58</strong>
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				"Of course Cal." Strella said sweetly, taking Cal's hand in her own. Her hand was rough, despite her soft and promising demeanor, and Cal could feel the strength behind it as she squeezed his hand and led him towards the bed. "This dress is quite uncomfortable." She said as she arranged herself on the bed. "I feel as though I am going to rip it...your women must be quite..slender." She said, more than a hint of jealousy creeping into her voice. "<br><br>Strella lay on her side, watching the elf get comfortable on the bed. She felt a bit like a spider watching a fly land. Once he was comfortable she scooted just a little closer and her hand roamed innocently just next to his body. "So, I expect tomorrow your leaders will have some questions for me? Or is a creature like myself below their notice?" She smiled disarmingly. "Somehow I doubt your people's hospitality will extend to letting a stranger crash near their territory without explaining herself." She let her hand trace Cal's face lightly just for a second. "What will your role be then I wonder? Gracious host or hostile interrogator?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>05-08-2011, 15:05:09</strong>
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				Cal shifted as Strella's fingers strayed over the sensitive skin of his cheek, uncomfortably aware of how her proximity was affecting him.&nbsp; He hoped that she wouldn't notice the uncharacteristic pace of his breathing, the faint flush colouring the skin of his neck and cheeks or, more critically, the swelling in his breeches.&nbsp; Whatever it was about her, be it the way that her urves were so much more attention capturing than those possessed by the women of his people or the strong personality that burned within her like a beacon, Cal knew that this woman was almost overwhelmingly attractive.<br><br>"I..." he stumbled, trying to find the right words.&nbsp; "I'm not here to interrogate you.&nbsp; I'm here to keep an eye on you in case you have hostile intent and to accomodate all that you need to meet the needs of hospitality if you do not."&nbsp; He failed to hold in a sigh as he realised that during his speech his hand had risen to mirror her action by caressing her cheek.&nbsp; "I honestly don't know what you'll be asked tomorrow Strel... Scout Niebla," he whipered, aware that her face was looming large in his vision.<br><br>"Still, until the Council makes up its mind, you are bid to enjoy yourself and all the hospitality of Cirrinius."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>18-09-2011, 20:14:38</strong>
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				Strella'a dark lips curled up ever so slightly. The poor elf was practically begging for it. And who would blame her? She could simply say she misunderstood. Meaning lost in the translation and all that. Her eyes stayed on his face, other than to coquettishly and demurely glance down whenever he tried to make direct eye contact. Until he finished speaking and she said "Then I shall." Glancing up just as she said it, their eyes locking together she moved in like a bird of prey. Her closer arm hooked around Cal's shoulders and she used it to pull herself the few inches that still separated the woman and elf roughly pressing her curvaceous form into him as her hand snaked around his head holding it in place so that her lips met his despite her eyes being closed now. Strella almost always closed her eyes when she kissed and meant to enjoy it. A weakness for a spy, perhaps, but a risk she certainly felt was worth taking. <br><br>The man under her smelled like the open sky, like the clean northern wind with just a hint of snow. His body tense, <em>probably my fault</em> thought Strella proudly. But pressing up to him, she could feel what the shifting covers had only hinted at before, that his tall slender proportions extended to most of his features. She grinned into the kiss as she thought of the stories she had heard of a child, stories of elves seducing women who were never seen again, women who would wander out of the forests decades after they made love to the elf as if only an hour had passed. All nonsense of course. Everyone knew there were no elves. Well, they would until she got back and told them where the elves had been hiding this whole time. <em>Don't go wandering off with strange men Strella, you'll never been seen again</em> she could still hear her furious mother's voice chiding her for youthful indiscretions. <em>Oh mother, if only I had listened to you. What a boring life I would have led.</em> Strella thought proudly as her lips and tongue drank at Cal's like a predator making a feint to judge her prey's response. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 23:46:38</strong>
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				Cal's gasp as Strella pounced was stifled by her lips.&nbsp; His eyes opened wide as he realised what she was doing and then, with a rumble in his throat he returned the kiss eagerly.&nbsp; Never before had he been with a woman so proportioned, whose curves were so generous.&nbsp; Her proximity was overwhelming in its effect on him and he could no mor resist her allure than could a moth resist the candle's flame.<br><br>Cal knew that occasionally, the eagle's nests fell prey to the depredations of the Far Greater Koel, <em>Eudynamys megistos</em>.&nbsp; The cunning bird would lay its eggs in the nest, taking one of the eagle's own eggs.&nbsp; As the koel chick hatched, it would be fed with the eagle's own young.&nbsp; Indeed, such were the koel chick's appealing characteristics that it's gape made the eagles feed it in preference to their own young.&nbsp; They were helpless in the face of the onslaught of instincts created by the koel's exaggerated appeal.&nbsp; <br><br>Dimly, cal thought that the exotic scout must be affecting him as the koel chick affected the eagles.&nbsp; Then, the effect of that ripe body pressed against his and of her eager kisses washed away his capacity for thought and he immersed himself in the pleasures that she offered so freely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>07-12-2011, 05:28:43</strong>
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				Strella relaxed as the kiss slowly and luxuriously took up several long, sweet minutes. As the kiss finally ended she opened her eyes, slowly, weakly, they actually fluttered open. Strella always felt a bit silly when that happened. She glanced down shyly. "You are very hospitable indeed." She said, feeling a triumphant sense of contentment from tasting the strange elf. <br><br>Her hands, pressed against his chest now tapped a slow cadence. She then glanced back up at him with a mischievous crooked grin. "I look forward to more of it." She said, and then turned and walked away. Her walk was designed to make sure no man's eyes would leave her figure. She returned to the bed room area that Cal had offered her. <br><br>As she disrobed from the uncomfortably tight dress, she wondered if he would follow her or wait for more. It would be interesting to see what happened. She didn't quite intend to give herself to the elf just yet, but then again things didn't quite always go according to her plans. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>22-12-2011, 18:56:18</strong>
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				<br>When Cal was a young rider, his eagle had strayed from the rest of his flight and he had become lost.&nbsp; After some hours, he had found the way back to the city, though by then the skies had darkened with a storm.&nbsp; As he had flown towards his home, a great wind had swelled and had curled around him and his eagle like the fingers of an almighty hand.&nbsp; Effortlessly, it had lifted him and his eagle as if to dash them on the jagged mountain peaks below.&nbsp; And then, inexplicably, the winds had released them both and the storm clouds had receded, leaving Cal safe but badly shaken.<br><br>It was in a similar state that Cal watched Strella recede from him.&nbsp; For just as the cloud had seized him, so had she and he had been equally powerless to resist her.&nbsp; Yet there were differences too, for this time the tumult was within and, even though the lush-bodied woman had gone, he still felt its full force.&nbsp; Indeed, if anything the force of it had increased with the sight of her hips swaying away and with the memory of her lips upon his.<br><br>How had this happened, he wondered, how was this possible?&nbsp; She was an outlander and not even an elf at that but somehow her body and her self assured manner called to him.&nbsp; Even though she had walked away, the tumult of desire that she had created still held him fast and he had no idea what to do.<br><br>"What have you done to me?"&nbsp; Cal's voice was weak and shaking as he stood on the threshold of her room, looking at her glorious nakedness.&nbsp; He could not remember standing and walking to her room any more than he could remember knocking at the door or opening it.&nbsp; But here he was, caught up in the power of emotions an impulses too strong to be denied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>24-12-2011, 17:47:03</strong>
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				"Nothing." Strella said, lying on her side under the blankets. There was a languid tone to her voice as her eyes narrowed and she leaned up to face Cal as he stood in the doorway. "Yet." She said, with a predatory grin.<br><br>She lifted the blanket and rolled slightly to one side, making space to him and inviting him into the bed with her. "Would you like that to change?" She said, a tone of challenge in her voice. The excitement of being somewhere new was making it very hard to play coy. This elf was&nbsp; beautiful. For all she knew she was going to be executed in the morning. <em>Live while you are alive</em>, as her people always said. <br><br>"I promise, you have never had anything like a Mendivi woman." She said, the challenge now becoming softer, more seductive. As she moved her hand back from opening the blanket she ran her fingertips along her curves, drawing Cal's eyes to her body. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>01-01-2013, 17:47:51</strong>
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				"Yet?" Cal's reply was a strangled exclamation that was only part question as he felt Strella's animal magnetism draw him closer.&nbsp; His eyes bulged as he felt her words wash over him.&nbsp; Oh, how he did want to change that "yet" and he took another step closer.&nbsp; Truly, he had never seen another woman like like her, with such lush and inviting curves.&nbsp; She was so unlike the elf-women of his city; so open about her desires and there was something about her that just overwhelmed his senses.<br><br>"I'm sure you're right," he half groaned as he sat down on the bed, reaching for her.&nbsp; His fingertips brushed over her cheek as he looked down at her wonderingly.&nbsp; His fingers slid further, down her neck and down over her breasts for a moment, before he pulled his hand away.&nbsp; With trembling fingers, he undid the fastenings of his clothes before sliding, naked, into the bed beside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>01-01-2013, 22:31:45</strong>
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				Strella watched, and rubbed her legs together as Cal unlaced himself and slid into the bed next to her. The very moment he was comfortable she flexed her muscles and moved quickly onto all fours, straddling him, her hot, wet, pussy inches away from him, she glanced down past her swelling curves and admired his endowments. Very long, slightly curved, if he was like the other elves she'd been with he'd know exactly where to press her with it. It had been long enough that the slender elf would still fit into her tightly despite her lush, wide, welcoming hips. <br><br>She inhaled him then, taking in his scent, her hands pressing against his wrists, holding them up against the bed above his head. She wanted to control this, because she needed it. It wasn't love, barely even lust, but a primal need. Strella, like most air scouts, lived on the edge of death most of her life. Any day could be her last, any movement her end, and experience the final one. Nobody like her had ever been in this city. She was as likely to die from simply breathing the air as she was to be strung up and killed as a foreigner invader, or spy, or worse. Or perhaps one of the elementals they chained would kill her accidentally. Too many ways to die. And this elf below her, too beautiful not to have before then. <br><br>She dropped herself onto him, piercing her folds with one sudden thrust down of her hips, arching her back straight as she did, savoring the experience of the long member pressing into her tightly, stretching her pussy walls the way she loved. She cupped her sizable breasts as she did this, squeezing herself to milk every ounce she could out of this. <em>This may well be my last.</em> She thought. <em>Not a bad a way to go at all...I wonder how long he'll last</em>. She knew she'd been teasing the poor elf for quite some time. It turned her on as much as it did him. She was nearly at her peak after just a few short minutes of bouncing on him. From the way he throbbed she guessed he was too. <br><br>"Cal..." She gasped, dropping her breasts&nbsp; and running her hands back through her hair, tossing it as she loved the experience. "Cal you're wonderful." She mean it, although there was an ulterior motive, this man wanting to keep her alive couldn't hurt her chances here. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>13-01-2013, 21:58:43</strong>
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				Cal trembled as he slipped under the covers beside the woman who was so incredibly magnetic.&nbsp; There was a feral beauty to her smile as she looked up at him that chased away all thought from his mind.&nbsp; Her allure bypassed conscious thought and spoke directly to his libido.&nbsp; His fingers reached out to caress her cheek and, as he began to feel the heat of her body against him, he surrendered to the wave of lust that was washing over him and leaned in to kiss her hard.<br><br>As soon as her lips touched his, his hands began to explore the curves that had so distracted him earlier.&nbsp; He had found it hard to avoid staring and now, he found that she felt just as good as she looked.&nbsp; He was not sure if he deepened the kiss or if she had done so, such had the urgency of his desire depleted his sense of what was happening.&nbsp; He hadn't even realised that she had rolled him onto his back until she broke the kiss and reared up&nbsp; above him.&nbsp; As he looked up at her face showing between her breasts, he groaned with desire and grasped her hips, pulling her down.&nbsp; Bucking beneath her writhing body, he thrust into her again and again.&nbsp; She was maddening and beautiful and he was drunk on lust as their bodies undulated on the bed.&nbsp; As she whispered words of admiration into his ear, he rolled her over and slammed into her once more, as if his body were possessed.<br><br>"I'm wonderful?" Cal groaned, "You're incredible!" With those words, he felt his climax approach and, for the the next few minutes, speech was impossible as they both drove each other on to the demands of their mutual need.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>14-01-2013, 22:25:33</strong>
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				Strella climaxed hard and carelessly. The stress of her journey and the exploration of this strange land melted away as Cal's love took her to wonderful heights. She pressed herself down on him harder, her legs sliding out to her sides showing off her flexibility as she forced herself onto him as deep as she could. The wonderful arch of his member inside of her felt simply divine, and the cool sweat that broke through her skin felt like a christening. <br><br>She was aware that the elf had reached his peak as well. By and by she came to feel it and appreciate it. Her strength slowly gave out as her blissful passionate climax faded, she fell forward, not catching herself as she collapsed onto Cal, laughing as she had to adjust herself so she didn't smother him with her curves and propped herself up on her hands next to his face. She regarded the elf for a moment before kissing him deeply. It was a gracious gesture, she wanted the elf to know she appreciated him.<br><br>She slipped off to the elemental-powered washroom and thought about what she could do with the rest of her time here. Her airship was broken and would need repairs. She would need to learn more about the culture of the elves here, she permitted herself a grin as she wondered how much more of the education she got today she could look forward to, and then she was too tired to think anymore.<br><br>Yawning and stretching like a cat in the sun she returned to the bed and cozied up next to the elf. Wordlessly, she drifted off to the embrace of the night, wondering what this strange city had in store for her tomorrow. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>20-01-2013, 23:08:33</strong>
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				Sleep was not long in claiming Cal, though it could be more like a sleep of exhaustion than the restful sleep that comes at the end of a productive day.&nbsp; Never had he had an amorous experience so consuming, for the elf-women of Cirrinius were far less self-confident, far less the demanding of their own desires and more, well, submissive in bed.&nbsp; Strella was like a breath of fresh air.&nbsp; More than that, for her personality was such that the breath of fresh air became a forceful wind, fanning the flames of Cal's desire until the two of them collapsed into their exhausted sleep.<br><br>As was his wont, Cal woke an hour before the dawn.&nbsp; He slipped from the bed and dressed swiftly before making his way to Brightfeather's eyrie.&nbsp; The eagle snorted, his keen sense of smell picking up the woman's scent on his rider.&nbsp; Quizzically regarding Calionderiel, Brightfeather tossed his head and acceped the three rabbits Cal supplied him for breakfast.&nbsp; As the bird ate, Cal carefully groomed him, ensuring all of the primary and secondary feathers were in good order.&nbsp; After a promise to fly with him that afternoon, Cal left and returned to his appartment, stopping off at the bakery on his way.<br><br>Strella was still asleep when he returned and he smiled, looking at her.&nbsp; He smiled and walked to the counter.&nbsp; With a short word, he brought the fire elemental trapped beneath the hob into wakefulness and, as the disk of metal above it began to glow cherry red, he placed a pan on it and cracked a pair of goose eggs into it.&nbsp; Adding some chopped oregano, salt and flakes of paprika he scrambled the eggs.&nbsp; Drawing some boiing water from the ever ready hot water supply into a tall pot, into which he had first placed some ground roasted dandelion root.&nbsp; As the coffee like beverage steeped, he served the scrabled eggs onto two plates to each of which he added a still warm bread roll.&nbsp; He took the plates to the table and poured the coffee-like beverage through a strainer into two porcelain mugs.&nbsp; After depositing these, the pot and the strainer on the table, he returned to the bed room.<br><br>"Breakfast is served," he said, softly, certain that the scout was already awake and waiting for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Last Mission of Strella Niebla</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>21-01-2013, 19:16:12</strong>
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				Strella was indeed awake. She had slept through Cal departing their bed, which she had cursed herself for extensively, but had awoken soon afterwards. She had checked to make sure she was alone, and then gone to her equipment, making sure her secret tools and supplies were all still carefully hidden in the pockets of her tunic. She had pondered her situation briefly, but couldn't think of any reason to be in a hurry to leave. And, of course, she could easily think of several to remain here. <br><br>"Why thank you." She said, rising herself up to a sitting position she wrapped the blanket around herself like a bit of a robe and sauntered over to the table, hugging it around herself from within she sat down next to the elf and got her first look at the food she had smelled from the bed. It looked every bit as good as it smelled and Strella realized she was starving. Having a quicker metabolism, and more of a body to support, than the average elf she wolfed down the wonderful scrambled eggs and bread roll and downed the dandelion coffee before Cal could even finish half of his meal. "Oh that as delicious." She said, wiping her lips with a napkin. "Goose eggs, right? Mmm. One of my favorites. How did you know?" She was sure it wasn't anything Cal actually knew, but just in case the elf could read minds she thought she'd ask.<br><br>"So. What do we have in store today?" She asked. "Is it at all possible we could start recovering my airship?" She said it casually like it wasn't a big deal if Cal said yes or no.
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