AlloraSilverfield
Planetoid
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
[/font] Private Role Play with Krimson Kane and Allora Silverfield that could quite possibly turn into a full fledged story we shall see how things go 
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Private Kane x Allora 1/1
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AlloraSilverfield
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Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
Name: Kane
Description: Anthropomorphic Wolf consisting of white fur with gray tips at the ends of his ears and tail. Modest build, being 6 feet tall with toned muscular structure.
Personality: Friendly with everyone in exception to some. In addition, is very brave when it comes to outstanding odds and dire situations, though struggles with a few awkward social interactions, mostly leading to shyness and evasive tendencies. Can also be a bit dense at times.
Background: Has done a wide variety of trades, anything from body guarding to treasure hunting. Kane has been labeled as a mercenary, though picks his jobs selectively. He's spent the majority of his life wanting to start an mercenary agency centered on helping people, though has come to the realization that it's more than likely never going to happen.
Abilities:
-Adept hearing
-Slightly enhanced reflexes
-Skilled with edged weapons and hand to hand combat
-Excellent swimmer
-Ability to fly into a "killer instinct", acting as a more 'directed' rage. Feels little to nothing, though is much more reckless and potentially harmful to those around him.
-Can shift into a beast form
Flaws:
-Constant paranoia of betrayal
-Clumsy at times, even tripping over his own feet
-Easily excited and overemotional
Extras: As payment for an old job, Kane was given pendant of a paw print that supposedly gives good luck. Even skeptical, it tends to come in handy.
Description: Anthropomorphic Wolf consisting of white fur with gray tips at the ends of his ears and tail. Modest build, being 6 feet tall with toned muscular structure.
Personality: Friendly with everyone in exception to some. In addition, is very brave when it comes to outstanding odds and dire situations, though struggles with a few awkward social interactions, mostly leading to shyness and evasive tendencies. Can also be a bit dense at times.
Background: Has done a wide variety of trades, anything from body guarding to treasure hunting. Kane has been labeled as a mercenary, though picks his jobs selectively. He's spent the majority of his life wanting to start an mercenary agency centered on helping people, though has come to the realization that it's more than likely never going to happen.
Abilities:
-Adept hearing
-Slightly enhanced reflexes
-Skilled with edged weapons and hand to hand combat
-Excellent swimmer
-Ability to fly into a "killer instinct", acting as a more 'directed' rage. Feels little to nothing, though is much more reckless and potentially harmful to those around him.
-Can shift into a beast form
Flaws:
-Constant paranoia of betrayal
-Clumsy at times, even tripping over his own feet
-Easily excited and overemotional
Extras: As payment for an old job, Kane was given pendant of a paw print that supposedly gives good luck. Even skeptical, it tends to come in handy.
AlloraSilverfield
Planetoid
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
Name: Allora Silverfield
Description:
Beast: Allora is a black fox, with a white tipped tail, and white stripes that fan out from her eyes until they encompass the entirety of her ears, and she has one white paw, her left forefoot. On four legs she stands less than three feet tall, and weighs a little under 60 pounds. She wears a green scarf around her neck.
Anthromorphic: Allora stands just 5'3 on two legs when she shifts to anthro form. Her scarf around her neck can be worn as a shawl that wraps around her body, just covering her breasts and privates and buttocks. It wraps around her neck and crosses to form an X over her chest, covering herself, and then wraps around her back to cover her behind, and comes inbetween her legs, crossing again in front of her belly button and tying to the legs of the first X on either side, like a leotard with lots of cutouts. The way the scarf crosses in the back is perfect, leaving her entire back exposed and allowing her tail to be free. Black hair covers her body, being extra long on her head, with long black curls that reach past her shoulders. Her muzzle is medium length,
Personality: Allora is peppy and lighthearted, but doesn't trust others easily. Despite her situation, she is quite good at making others around her happy as well. She like shiny things.
Background: Raised in the wild, only discovering her anthro form later, Allora enjoys remaining as a fox, feeling uncomfortable on two legs. She has gotten better at this, mingling in cities with others around her, and learning to speak common as well as beast speak, and the limited draconic she had learned from living in the mountains. The Brimstone Line was where she had been born, the black charcoal mountains matched perfectly with her black fur. The dragons that lived there were ancient and friendly... for the most part. Allora was born with white markings, unlike most of the Ebony foxes, and to avoid endangering her family with her markings which stood out against the landscape, she headed down the mountains and into the forests when she was old enough. She discovered humans and elves, dwarves and also those that were called anthromorphs, or furries in slang. It didn't take her long to realize that she had the ability to shift into this 'furry' form, but disliked doing so, because she felt inexperienced at the magic.
Abilities: Walking and sneaking silently, able to sway others with her words and charm, increased hearing and speed.
Extras: She got her ears pierced when she began mingling with other two-leggers, and always buys different shiny earrings that have 'special qualities' according to the vendors. She could care less about that, but they are shiny.
Flaws: She is very uncomfortable in her anthromorphic form, but works on it whenever she can. She does not trust others easily, and is very self conscious of the white tip of her tail and her white paw, and white stripes on her face leading to her ears. She often covers them in charcoal to make herself appear completely black. To others, it is impossible to see a difference, thinking she is a regular Ebony.
Fears: Thunderstorms. She is terrified. Loud noises that sound like thunder. And also water, not because she is scared of it, but she is scared of washing off the charcoal and everyone seeing her white fur.
Description:
Beast: Allora is a black fox, with a white tipped tail, and white stripes that fan out from her eyes until they encompass the entirety of her ears, and she has one white paw, her left forefoot. On four legs she stands less than three feet tall, and weighs a little under 60 pounds. She wears a green scarf around her neck.
Anthromorphic: Allora stands just 5'3 on two legs when she shifts to anthro form. Her scarf around her neck can be worn as a shawl that wraps around her body, just covering her breasts and privates and buttocks. It wraps around her neck and crosses to form an X over her chest, covering herself, and then wraps around her back to cover her behind, and comes inbetween her legs, crossing again in front of her belly button and tying to the legs of the first X on either side, like a leotard with lots of cutouts. The way the scarf crosses in the back is perfect, leaving her entire back exposed and allowing her tail to be free. Black hair covers her body, being extra long on her head, with long black curls that reach past her shoulders. Her muzzle is medium length,
Personality: Allora is peppy and lighthearted, but doesn't trust others easily. Despite her situation, she is quite good at making others around her happy as well. She like shiny things.
Background: Raised in the wild, only discovering her anthro form later, Allora enjoys remaining as a fox, feeling uncomfortable on two legs. She has gotten better at this, mingling in cities with others around her, and learning to speak common as well as beast speak, and the limited draconic she had learned from living in the mountains. The Brimstone Line was where she had been born, the black charcoal mountains matched perfectly with her black fur. The dragons that lived there were ancient and friendly... for the most part. Allora was born with white markings, unlike most of the Ebony foxes, and to avoid endangering her family with her markings which stood out against the landscape, she headed down the mountains and into the forests when she was old enough. She discovered humans and elves, dwarves and also those that were called anthromorphs, or furries in slang. It didn't take her long to realize that she had the ability to shift into this 'furry' form, but disliked doing so, because she felt inexperienced at the magic.
Abilities: Walking and sneaking silently, able to sway others with her words and charm, increased hearing and speed.
Extras: She got her ears pierced when she began mingling with other two-leggers, and always buys different shiny earrings that have 'special qualities' according to the vendors. She could care less about that, but they are shiny.
Flaws: She is very uncomfortable in her anthromorphic form, but works on it whenever she can. She does not trust others easily, and is very self conscious of the white tip of her tail and her white paw, and white stripes on her face leading to her ears. She often covers them in charcoal to make herself appear completely black. To others, it is impossible to see a difference, thinking she is a regular Ebony.
Fears: Thunderstorms. She is terrified. Loud noises that sound like thunder. And also water, not because she is scared of it, but she is scared of washing off the charcoal and everyone seeing her white fur.
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
""Kane sat there in the tavern of the small town with a journal laid out in front of him. The tavern, being dubbed 'The Black Swan', wasn't very lively at the time. Kane was scribbling down a few notes with an open satchel of random ingredients that he had received as payment for clearing out a basement filled with rats. It was menial work, and to be frank was tedious, having to run around in his beast form snatching up rats with his teeth. They tasted awful.
The Black Swan was run by a group of mercenaries, who essentially ran the entire town of Fallen Oak. They were also literally called The Black Swan Mercenaries, making people wonder if they got the tavern name after their organization, or if they got the name of their organization from their tavern. Jobs were posted inside the tavern, nailed on a board that looked like it had been ripped off of a wooden cart, hanging up behind the bar counter. It was a little bare at the moment.
The mercenary agency, consisting of almost entirely humans, was like a family to him (or at least somewhat of a family). He was the only person allowed to take up jobs that wasn't officially apart of the agency, being good friends with the leader, Samuel Trats. Samuel was actually the one who had gave Kane his start, bestowing him with black leather armor with their symbol on the back of it, being, of course, a black swan. They might not have been that original, but they certainly got the job done.
Kane stopped writing down notes, letting out a lonely sigh.""
The Black Swan was run by a group of mercenaries, who essentially ran the entire town of Fallen Oak. They were also literally called The Black Swan Mercenaries, making people wonder if they got the tavern name after their organization, or if they got the name of their organization from their tavern. Jobs were posted inside the tavern, nailed on a board that looked like it had been ripped off of a wooden cart, hanging up behind the bar counter. It was a little bare at the moment.
The mercenary agency, consisting of almost entirely humans, was like a family to him (or at least somewhat of a family). He was the only person allowed to take up jobs that wasn't officially apart of the agency, being good friends with the leader, Samuel Trats. Samuel was actually the one who had gave Kane his start, bestowing him with black leather armor with their symbol on the back of it, being, of course, a black swan. They might not have been that original, but they certainly got the job done.
Kane stopped writing down notes, letting out a lonely sigh.""
AlloraSilverfield
Planetoid
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
Allora trotted out of the woods, the scent of the city assaulting her muzzle as she exited the tree line. She made a bee line for a loud, wooden building near the edge of the small town, and morphed into her anthro form. She quickly adjusted her scarf around herself to cover her body, and headed into the alleyway.
It was little known that tight alleys contained the best treasure, often being dropped and lost in the shadow. But with her exceptional night vision, it wasn't hard for the fox-girl to spot the shiny objects on the ground. She collected what she could, trying to estimate in her head how much coin she could sell the trinkets for. A necklace here, some mismatched earrings there, and even a few copper pieces. Nothing worth too much, but maybe enough to get her a room for the night out of the winter cold.
As she collected the trinkets, she had a strange feeling that she was being watched. It was hard for her to tell, the noises from The Black Swan tavern were too loud for her to pick anything in particular out. Until it was too late, that was.
"Hey sweet cheeks," said a scratchy voice from behind her.
A man holding a bottle of something amber was stumbling towards her, holding out a hand. "Why don't you be good now and come along with me,"
She hissed in response, backing down the alley. Her ear twitched and turned, hearing noise from behind her. Two more men appeared from the darkness, one holding a small knife, and the other a broken bottle.
"Oh now, don't make this difficult sweetheart," said the first man again, now holding a knife. They approached her from all sides, and she spun in circles, trying to get the best angle to escape.
"I'm sure you'll fetch a pretty penny from the Handlers," another man spat, referencing the undergroud sexual slave trading organization evilly.
Suddenly, Allora shifted again, landing on all fours and attempting to escape between the first man's legs, but he caught hold of her scarf, at the same time cracking the bottle down on her head, breaking it on her skull.
"Yipe!" Allora cried, unintelligibly, even in beast speak. It was a cry of pain.
The man held her up by her scarf, choking her. "A pretty price..." he whispered, and they carried her further into the city.
It was little known that tight alleys contained the best treasure, often being dropped and lost in the shadow. But with her exceptional night vision, it wasn't hard for the fox-girl to spot the shiny objects on the ground. She collected what she could, trying to estimate in her head how much coin she could sell the trinkets for. A necklace here, some mismatched earrings there, and even a few copper pieces. Nothing worth too much, but maybe enough to get her a room for the night out of the winter cold.
As she collected the trinkets, she had a strange feeling that she was being watched. It was hard for her to tell, the noises from The Black Swan tavern were too loud for her to pick anything in particular out. Until it was too late, that was.
"Hey sweet cheeks," said a scratchy voice from behind her.
A man holding a bottle of something amber was stumbling towards her, holding out a hand. "Why don't you be good now and come along with me,"
She hissed in response, backing down the alley. Her ear twitched and turned, hearing noise from behind her. Two more men appeared from the darkness, one holding a small knife, and the other a broken bottle.
"Oh now, don't make this difficult sweetheart," said the first man again, now holding a knife. They approached her from all sides, and she spun in circles, trying to get the best angle to escape.
"I'm sure you'll fetch a pretty penny from the Handlers," another man spat, referencing the undergroud sexual slave trading organization evilly.
Suddenly, Allora shifted again, landing on all fours and attempting to escape between the first man's legs, but he caught hold of her scarf, at the same time cracking the bottle down on her head, breaking it on her skull.
"Yipe!" Allora cried, unintelligibly, even in beast speak. It was a cry of pain.
The man held her up by her scarf, choking her. "A pretty price..." he whispered, and they carried her further into the city.
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
Kane's ears folded back in irritation with the sound of one of the mercenaries falling off a table with a flagon gripped in his hand. He put his hand up to his head, trying to focus on writing his notes, only to get more frustrated when he heard someone fall out of their chair. Unable to bare the annoyance of the mercenaries, Kane slide his journal into his satchel filled with ingredients, fumbling over his own fingers as he tried to close it. With his sword hooked to his side, he got up from the table.
Almost the instant he stood up, he was called out to.
"Kane!" A mercenary yelled. "Buy the next round!"
Kane wanted to ignore them, but was too kind to give them the cold shoulder.
"Apologies," he said with a forced laugh. "I just remembered I had something to do."
"Yo, Kane!"
He stopped just before exiting. It was hard to hide his displeasure by the way his ears were folded back. Kane turned his head, seeing Samuel Trats standing there.
"Have you considered my offer?" he asked him. Kane just shrugged, trying his best to get out of there. He wanted to be alone.
"I just don't think I'm ready for any kind of commitment." He told him honestly. "As much as I'd like to join, I just don't want to think about getting tied down."
Samuel just nodded.
"I understand." he responded. "Just remember my offer is still on the table."
Kane turned with his tail behind him slightly waving side to side as he left the tavern.
The afternoon air smelt fresh, getting a whiff of the nearby forest. He closed his eyes with his ears still folded back partially.
"Yipe!"
Kane's ears perked up, hearing the sound of distress. He felt his heart rate increase from hearing sadistic laughter.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few men exit the Alley closest to the Black Swan.
Not even caring if they were making a scene, the men walked briskly through past him. They paid him no mind, acting as if they were doing no wrong, holding what appeared to be a black fox by a scarf. Perhaps it was the shock that made him refrain from taking rash action so suddenly.
As they took the fox away, he continued to watch them, laughing among themselves.
Kane's ears folded back down, refusing to stand by and not do anything.
"Hey!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, doing his best to get their attention.
Almost the instant he stood up, he was called out to.
"Kane!" A mercenary yelled. "Buy the next round!"
Kane wanted to ignore them, but was too kind to give them the cold shoulder.
"Apologies," he said with a forced laugh. "I just remembered I had something to do."
"Yo, Kane!"
He stopped just before exiting. It was hard to hide his displeasure by the way his ears were folded back. Kane turned his head, seeing Samuel Trats standing there.
"Have you considered my offer?" he asked him. Kane just shrugged, trying his best to get out of there. He wanted to be alone.
"I just don't think I'm ready for any kind of commitment." He told him honestly. "As much as I'd like to join, I just don't want to think about getting tied down."
Samuel just nodded.
"I understand." he responded. "Just remember my offer is still on the table."
Kane turned with his tail behind him slightly waving side to side as he left the tavern.
The afternoon air smelt fresh, getting a whiff of the nearby forest. He closed his eyes with his ears still folded back partially.
"Yipe!"
Kane's ears perked up, hearing the sound of distress. He felt his heart rate increase from hearing sadistic laughter.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a few men exit the Alley closest to the Black Swan.
Not even caring if they were making a scene, the men walked briskly through past him. They paid him no mind, acting as if they were doing no wrong, holding what appeared to be a black fox by a scarf. Perhaps it was the shock that made him refrain from taking rash action so suddenly.
As they took the fox away, he continued to watch them, laughing among themselves.
Kane's ears folded back down, refusing to stand by and not do anything.
"Hey!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, doing his best to get their attention.
AlloraSilverfield
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- Dec 2, 2013
Allora's ears twitched towards a new voice, a voice that was yelling towards the group of men carrying her off. She tried to say something, but couldn't manage a sound, her air supply almost completely cut off. The men carrying her turned towards the voice, which she instantly recognized as another furry. She started flailing around, attempting to get free, anything to make them drop her on the ground.
"Stop it you," said the man holding her, and he gripped the scarf tighter, with both hands this time, the knife dangerously close to her ears. His breath stank of alcohol.
She stopped squirming, more because the scarf had completely cut off her air. She was suffocating.
"What do you want, wolf," said the man coldly, directing it towards the white furry.
"Stop it you," said the man holding her, and he gripped the scarf tighter, with both hands this time, the knife dangerously close to her ears. His breath stank of alcohol.
She stopped squirming, more because the scarf had completely cut off her air. She was suffocating.
"What do you want, wolf," said the man coldly, directing it towards the white furry.
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
Kane's eyes dilated, gritting his teeth in anger.
"That fox doesn't belong to you." He told them. "I suggest you let go. Now."
He placed his hand on the handle of his sword, letting the three men know he was serious about taking action. They looked at him as if he were crazy.
"Come on," the man suffocating the fox told him, as if begging for him to gain some sense. "Even a tail chaser like yourself should have a little more brains than to think you could take on three men by yourself."
Kane glared at them, showing off his teeth.
"Last warning." he growled. "Let. Go. Now."
The man with the fox dangling from the scarf took a step forward from the other two men. He raised the fox up with one hand, bouncing the poor thing up and down.
"And what the fuck do you think you're going to d-"
The man was cut off in mid sentence, trying to take a step back form the rushing anthropomorphic wolf who's hand was on his sword. Before the man with the fox had time to finish his sentence, Kane unsheathed his sword while at the same time sliced through the man's neck. He dropped the fox along with his head tumbling down. His lifeless body hit the ground with the two other men taking a fighting stance.
"That fox doesn't belong to you." He told them. "I suggest you let go. Now."
He placed his hand on the handle of his sword, letting the three men know he was serious about taking action. They looked at him as if he were crazy.
"Come on," the man suffocating the fox told him, as if begging for him to gain some sense. "Even a tail chaser like yourself should have a little more brains than to think you could take on three men by yourself."
Kane glared at them, showing off his teeth.
"Last warning." he growled. "Let. Go. Now."
The man with the fox dangling from the scarf took a step forward from the other two men. He raised the fox up with one hand, bouncing the poor thing up and down.
"And what the fuck do you think you're going to d-"
The man was cut off in mid sentence, trying to take a step back form the rushing anthropomorphic wolf who's hand was on his sword. Before the man with the fox had time to finish his sentence, Kane unsheathed his sword while at the same time sliced through the man's neck. He dropped the fox along with his head tumbling down. His lifeless body hit the ground with the two other men taking a fighting stance.
AlloraSilverfield
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- Dec 2, 2013
Allora hit the ground with a thud, blood spattering the ground around her and on her body. She stood, limping a little on her back leg, and gasping for air. She blinked, trying to recover her vision that she had been losing, and she looked around her. Next to her, the anthro wolf had sliced the drunk man's head clean off. Shocked, she looked at the ground next to her, seeing the head, eyes wide open, mouth gaping, speaking silent words.
She attempted to take a few steps, and fell again, still weak from blood loss. The wolf-man was now squaring up to the other two traffickers, with her in between. She tried to stand again, to get out of the middle of the fray.
One of the men stepped closer to her, and grabbed her scruff, jerking her roughly off the ground. "Let's just get out of here Carl..." he began.
The wolf man growled, and he swallowed, putting his knife up to her throat.
"C-come any closer and... and I'll..." His hand trembled, clearly not committed to what he was saying.
The strain on her neck was becoming unbearable, Allora whined unintentionally.
She attempted to take a few steps, and fell again, still weak from blood loss. The wolf-man was now squaring up to the other two traffickers, with her in between. She tried to stand again, to get out of the middle of the fray.
One of the men stepped closer to her, and grabbed her scruff, jerking her roughly off the ground. "Let's just get out of here Carl..." he began.
The wolf man growled, and he swallowed, putting his knife up to her throat.
"C-come any closer and... and I'll..." His hand trembled, clearly not committed to what he was saying.
The strain on her neck was becoming unbearable, Allora whined unintentionally.
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
Kane's breathing became heavy and his eyes still dilated.
His growling soon turned into a spine-tingling bark. The two men began to tremble, still with the fox having a knife to her neck. Kane swung his sword with a trail of blood from the drunken man he'd just killed flinging down onto the ground, making a crimson line of it. The blood dripped from his sword with him intensely staring the two men down.
"YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS TO DROP THAT FOX AND GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" He roared, baring his teeth as he did so.
His growling soon turned into a spine-tingling bark. The two men began to tremble, still with the fox having a knife to her neck. Kane swung his sword with a trail of blood from the drunken man he'd just killed flinging down onto the ground, making a crimson line of it. The blood dripped from his sword with him intensely staring the two men down.
"YOU HAVE THREE SECONDS TO DROP THAT FOX AND GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" He roared, baring his teeth as he did so.
AlloraSilverfield
Planetoid
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- Dec 2, 2013
Heavily, Allora dropped to the ground again, this time not catching herself. She landed on her side with her limp leg, and cried out again. She lay down, watching the two men run for what was probably their lives. She couldn't role over, couldn't even think about it, her neck and leg simply hurt too bad. She could see her green scarf lying on the ground next to her, having fallen from her neck when she was dropped the first time.
She pushed herself up onto her front legs, and weakly grabbed the scarf in her teeth, pulling it closer to her body. And then she lay back down on it, like a pillow.
The wolf man made his way around her body, until she could see him clearly for the first time. He wore some sort of black armor, that contrasted greatly with his snow white fur. In his paws was some sort of sword, stained crimson. He stood over her, looking down. He had broad shoulders and muscular legs, and was truly intimidating.
That was the last thing she remembered before she blacked out.
She pushed herself up onto her front legs, and weakly grabbed the scarf in her teeth, pulling it closer to her body. And then she lay back down on it, like a pillow.
The wolf man made his way around her body, until she could see him clearly for the first time. He wore some sort of black armor, that contrasted greatly with his snow white fur. In his paws was some sort of sword, stained crimson. He stood over her, looking down. He had broad shoulders and muscular legs, and was truly intimidating.
That was the last thing she remembered before she blacked out.
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2013
After sheathing his sword, Kane knelt beside her, seeing just how badly hurt she was. Being as careful as possible, he reached down and picked her up gently. Holding her with one hand, he managed to grab her scarf with the other. He stood up, already with people pointing and crying out at the bloody scene that had place. Nobody dared do anything about it considering Kane's obvious connections with the Black Swan. They all watched him head back towards the tavern, already with mercenaries poring out with weapons one their sides. They saw Kane, confused as to why he was carrying a black fox. One of the mercenaries was eying the headless body.
"Damn, Kane." the mercenary said, who was slightly drunk at the time, "what'd you do?"
Kane ignored him, passing through them and entering the tavern. He held the fox close to him, holding the back of her head as a support with the scarf still in it.
He headed through a doorway, entering the room that was his.
Kane set the fox down on his bed, lying her on her side carefully. He rested her scarf down beside her, sitting on the bed next to her. He let out a sigh, he opened his satchel and pulled out his journal.
He began to write once again.
"Damn, Kane." the mercenary said, who was slightly drunk at the time, "what'd you do?"
Kane ignored him, passing through them and entering the tavern. He held the fox close to him, holding the back of her head as a support with the scarf still in it.
He headed through a doorway, entering the room that was his.
Kane set the fox down on his bed, lying her on her side carefully. He rested her scarf down beside her, sitting on the bed next to her. He let out a sigh, he opened his satchel and pulled out his journal.
He began to write once again.
AlloraSilverfield
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- Dec 2, 2013
Her eyes opened slowly, the gray light of early morning shining through the window.
Window?
Then, her eyes were wide open. She jumped to her feet, startled, only to collapse back on the bed from pain. She scanned the room frantically, her eyes darting back and forth. What had happened? She thought back...
She remembered getting mugged... and a severed head, and some men running... and a wolf anthro...
She lifted her head, looking behind her. Still sitting up, leaning against the bed frame, was a white wolf-man, sleeping.
She couldn't decide whether to be terrified or thankful, so she settled for staring wide eyed at the impressively intimidating wolf.
She stared and stared as only a fox could do, finally deciding that he wasn't going to wake any time soon. She slowly morphed back into her anthro form, so she could more easily assess her wounds. When she was fully transformed, she became hyper aware that her scarf was missing. She glanced around the room frantically, rocking the bed as she searched.
The wolf-man on the bed moaned, and his eyes fluttered. Allora's eyes widened in terror, and she covered herself as best she could with her hands as she watched in horror as he woke.
Window?
Then, her eyes were wide open. She jumped to her feet, startled, only to collapse back on the bed from pain. She scanned the room frantically, her eyes darting back and forth. What had happened? She thought back...
She remembered getting mugged... and a severed head, and some men running... and a wolf anthro...
She lifted her head, looking behind her. Still sitting up, leaning against the bed frame, was a white wolf-man, sleeping.
She couldn't decide whether to be terrified or thankful, so she settled for staring wide eyed at the impressively intimidating wolf.
She stared and stared as only a fox could do, finally deciding that he wasn't going to wake any time soon. She slowly morphed back into her anthro form, so she could more easily assess her wounds. When she was fully transformed, she became hyper aware that her scarf was missing. She glanced around the room frantically, rocking the bed as she searched.
The wolf-man on the bed moaned, and his eyes fluttered. Allora's eyes widened in terror, and she covered herself as best she could with her hands as she watched in horror as he woke.
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
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- Dec 2, 2013
Kane's eyes opened with his vision slightly blurred from the sleep still in his eyes. He sat up on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes in a half awake daze. Out of the corner of his eye was a dark figure, making him frightened. He jumped, accidentally falling over on his side. He landed on the floor with a hard thump. He blinked rapidly, soon with his mouth hung open. Seeing a half naked fox-woman, standing there as she attempted to shield her breasts and between her legs. The longer he stared, the more he became aroused. Despite the millions of things he could have said or asked, he instead stared shamelessly with his mouth agape.
AlloraSilverfield
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Shyly, tail between her legs covering herself, arms crossed over her chest, Allora walked backwards towards where she had found her scarf, draped over a chair in the corner. Not taking her eyes off of the wolf, she took the scarf and wrapped it once around her neck, and quickly shifted into her beast form, instantly more comfortable and less embarrassed.
"Who are you?" she asked in beast speak, eyes still trained on the strange man. Her legs felt weak still, but she remained standing, even taking a step closer, boldly. Her tail swished side to side warily. She pretended not to notice his muscles, nor his obvious erection.
"Who are you?" she asked in beast speak, eyes still trained on the strange man. Her legs felt weak still, but she remained standing, even taking a step closer, boldly. Her tail swished side to side warily. She pretended not to notice his muscles, nor his obvious erection.
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
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Kane watched as she shifted into a fox form, finally putting the pieces of what was going on together. He nervously swallowed, picturing her naked still in an anthro figure. He felt his chest tremble.
"K-Kane." He told her. That was it. Even his best attempt to explain what had happened was met with 'Um's and awkward silence. It didn't help that he was still hard.
"K-Kane." He told her. That was it. Even his best attempt to explain what had happened was met with 'Um's and awkward silence. It didn't help that he was still hard.
AlloraSilverfield
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Allora walked over to him, looking up curiously. "Why would you do that just to save me?" she asked. A complete stranger risking their life to save her was not something she could overlook. He most likely wanted something out of her. "I could handle myself," she muttered under her breath, glancing to her right, avoiding eye contact.
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
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Kane sat up, sitting with his legs crossed. Still awkward considering the fact that he had seen her practically naked, he did his best to keep a calm disposition.
"S-sorry...." he told her, swallowing nervously, almost pleading with his body to stop having an erection. "I didn't mean to upset you- I really didn't! You were just- they were going to-"
Kane stopped talking, turning his head away from her. He couldn't bare to stare at her any longer. He had never felt more foolish in his entire life.
"Please forgive me if I have upset you...." He told her sounding a bit defeated.
"S-sorry...." he told her, swallowing nervously, almost pleading with his body to stop having an erection. "I didn't mean to upset you- I really didn't! You were just- they were going to-"
Kane stopped talking, turning his head away from her. He couldn't bare to stare at her any longer. He had never felt more foolish in his entire life.
"Please forgive me if I have upset you...." He told her sounding a bit defeated.
AlloraSilverfield
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She looked at him curiously, not sure if she should be offended or feel bad for him. There weren't very many genuine people left in the world, and she wasn't about to believe he was one of them.
But then again, he had saved her, for whatever reason, and she did feel as if she owed him in some way... And judging by his... situation, he wanted that to be sexual. Not being a whore by any means, Allora wasn't about to give herself to some guy she had practically just met. She pondered, looking at his body once again. Strong muscles, well fed, he wasn't starving by any means, especially not like her, who scrounged for trinkets to sell to pay for meals, or hunted in the wild. During the winter, hunting was essentially pointless anyway.
"What exactly is it that you do..." she asked carefully. How did he make his coin? If he made decent money, maybe she could see if she could help him out... at least for a little while.
But then again, he had saved her, for whatever reason, and she did feel as if she owed him in some way... And judging by his... situation, he wanted that to be sexual. Not being a whore by any means, Allora wasn't about to give herself to some guy she had practically just met. She pondered, looking at his body once again. Strong muscles, well fed, he wasn't starving by any means, especially not like her, who scrounged for trinkets to sell to pay for meals, or hunted in the wild. During the winter, hunting was essentially pointless anyway.
"What exactly is it that you do..." she asked carefully. How did he make his coin? If he made decent money, maybe she could see if she could help him out... at least for a little while.
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
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Kane blinked, finding her question a bit random. He cleared his throat, trying to not be so awkward, playing dumb about the raging erection he had.
"I do a lot of things." Kane told her, almost immediately wishing he could rephrase that. He had to continue with it regardless. "I take random jobs that people need done."
Kane's ears folded back, fearing he was making a bad impression, getting self continuous.
"For example," he told her, doing his best to seem like he wasn't awkward, "I had to escort an alchemist to the lake today. I made sure he wasn't attacked by any of the bandits that like to hide in the forest. Luckily everything was fine. He paid me with some ingredients and a little bit of gold. A lot more than I would have expected, actually."
He felt like he had just told the worst story of his life.
"Oh, and I killed some rats today in someone's basement!"
....Shit....
He sighed, lowering his head in defeat once again.
"I will literally do anything, in exception for things I find morally wrong, for payment." he told her honestly. "I've been a hired sword, killed people, fought in small wars, you name it. A lot of my work has been a bit....bloody, but not all of it. I sometimes do small stuff."
He sat there, avoiding eye contact.
"I do a lot of things." Kane told her, almost immediately wishing he could rephrase that. He had to continue with it regardless. "I take random jobs that people need done."
Kane's ears folded back, fearing he was making a bad impression, getting self continuous.
"For example," he told her, doing his best to seem like he wasn't awkward, "I had to escort an alchemist to the lake today. I made sure he wasn't attacked by any of the bandits that like to hide in the forest. Luckily everything was fine. He paid me with some ingredients and a little bit of gold. A lot more than I would have expected, actually."
He felt like he had just told the worst story of his life.
"Oh, and I killed some rats today in someone's basement!"
....Shit....
He sighed, lowering his head in defeat once again.
"I will literally do anything, in exception for things I find morally wrong, for payment." he told her honestly. "I've been a hired sword, killed people, fought in small wars, you name it. A lot of my work has been a bit....bloody, but not all of it. I sometimes do small stuff."
He sat there, avoiding eye contact.
AlloraSilverfield
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"... well if you'd like... I mean... I don't have anything to do..." She stumbled over her words. "Do you ever need help? I am indebted to you." She lowered her head, things weren't usually awkward with her. Nothing made her awkward, except for this situation for some reason. Didn't help that he had just seen her practically naked...
"I can help out, I mean, I don't have much, but I'm pretty good with my words, and I'm quick and small..."
"I can help out, I mean, I don't have much, but I'm pretty good with my words, and I'm quick and small..."
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
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Kane's ears perked up a bit, surprised by the simple fact she had humbled herself, even after his stupid stories. There was a lump in his throat that wouldn't leave him be, along with his erection he couldn't seem to shake off (no pun intended). He continued to sit there on the floor as he looked at the fox in front of him, seeing her peculiar shyness.
"Help is always appreciated." he told her. "Not to mention company."
His eyes widened, worried that he had misspoke.
"I mean, not like THAT kind of company! I didn't mean it to sound- erm...."
He looked away again with his ears comply folded back. Even behind his white fur, he was clearly blushing.
"Are you hungry?" he asked her randomly, still hiding his face.
"Help is always appreciated." he told her. "Not to mention company."
His eyes widened, worried that he had misspoke.
"I mean, not like THAT kind of company! I didn't mean it to sound- erm...."
He looked away again with his ears comply folded back. Even behind his white fur, he was clearly blushing.
"Are you hungry?" he asked her randomly, still hiding his face.
AlloraSilverfield
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She couldn't help but giggle to herself. "I am," she began, "I just fear that my legs would make it hard for me to move any distance... unless I remained in my beast form, or you brought food here..." She thought for a moment. "Is there not a minor healer in the tavern? Well... forget it, I forgot how expensive they are..." she sighed, and sat on the ground, swishing her tail around her front paws.
"I'll just follow you... Kane, was it?"
"I'll just follow you... Kane, was it?"
Krimson Kane
Super-Earth
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Kane's attitude changed from being worried of his self imagine from worried about the black fox in front of him.
"Y-yeah." He told her with a nod of his head. "My name's Kane."
She looked still a bit roughed up, with Kane not even thinking about getting her scars and bruises looked at during the time of her rescue. Kane thought about it, still sitting cross legged on the floor, putting his hand to his chin as he contemplated. His tail slowly swept across the floor from side to side, as it normally did when he was heavy in thought. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.
"Jules." he said to himself. "Jules knows how to patch up wounds better than anyone I know. He's one of the mercenaries apart of the Black Swan agency. He's probably upstairs fixing up some of the injured mercs- Oh, sorry. I forgot. I've been working in the business for too long to remember that not many people know our terminology. Merc is short for mercenary.
"As for food," Kane went on to explain, standing up with a leap, as if excited that he were now able to help without feeling completely embarrassed. "I've got some fresh food I bought this morning if you're interested."
Stepping over towards the corner of his room, he bent over, opening a personal chest of his. He reached inside, pulling out a tan color sac that had a stitch woven into it, showing just how old the reusable bag was. Kane set the bag down on the bed, hurrying towards his room door.
"I'll be right back!" he told her, rushing out.
"Y-yeah." He told her with a nod of his head. "My name's Kane."
She looked still a bit roughed up, with Kane not even thinking about getting her scars and bruises looked at during the time of her rescue. Kane thought about it, still sitting cross legged on the floor, putting his hand to his chin as he contemplated. His tail slowly swept across the floor from side to side, as it normally did when he was heavy in thought. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.
"Jules." he said to himself. "Jules knows how to patch up wounds better than anyone I know. He's one of the mercenaries apart of the Black Swan agency. He's probably upstairs fixing up some of the injured mercs- Oh, sorry. I forgot. I've been working in the business for too long to remember that not many people know our terminology. Merc is short for mercenary.
"As for food," Kane went on to explain, standing up with a leap, as if excited that he were now able to help without feeling completely embarrassed. "I've got some fresh food I bought this morning if you're interested."
Stepping over towards the corner of his room, he bent over, opening a personal chest of his. He reached inside, pulling out a tan color sac that had a stitch woven into it, showing just how old the reusable bag was. Kane set the bag down on the bed, hurrying towards his room door.
"I'll be right back!" he told her, rushing out.