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The Land of Forever Fall
SINIB:
Sakura
Magic coursed through Sakura's body, reinforcing her strengths into the realm of the heros. Her shadow crept up her legs in an intricate tatoo pattern, and she stared right back at Valerie's elder disciple without a shred of fear. Instead, she withdrew several priceless gems from within her shadow, holding them in between her fingers at shoulder-level.
"No, it is not what I believe to be so—that turn of phrase implies a state of fantasy, heh." Sakura chuckled at Idril, taking in her stance, watching all her limbs and most importantly her scythe. She was confident that despite this woman's obvious experience, that she remained their teacher's lesser.
"I'd hate to destroy your fine establishment, though. If you wish to challenge me, shall we take it somewhere more appropriate?"
Her red eyes gleamed.
Aiden:
--- Quote from: SINIB on August 08, 2021, 11:47:45 PM ---Thorra
She was quite good, a supremely talented smith. Her method was unique and her technique was flawless. Thorra let out a soft moan as the song seeped into her metallic form.
But, she knew that Lirazel still had a ways to go—she was not as skilled as the dwarvish smith who had forged her. The technique was only approaching perfection, it failed to exceed it and go beyond.
The princess felt a pair of breasts press against her head. Thorra's long arms draped around her shoulder. She reached down and grabbed ahold of her own shaft, running a finger down the length of it with a gentle hum.
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Lirazel
It spoke of the princess' great concentration on the truth of Thorra that she did not miss a note merely because she was so intimately close in flesh rather than just spirit. But as the harp continued playing her ears twitched, and her breathing caught in her chest. "H-How do you feel? I've never had a chance to truly ask the weapons I shape this."
Bern:
Valerie
"Sakura..." The blonde king spoke oh so sweetly as she walked in between with a stride of absolute confidence. " Perhaps you should inform me of when I ever gave you the right to interrupt me." Her tone grew deeper and deeper the closer she came. Then she suddenly spun around and faced Idril.
"And you Idril, being my student does not give you the right to refer to one of my one as Child of Man, have you lost your wits?" This was particularly insulting cause her kin were her children and she most definitely not of Mankind.
"This hot-headedness is precisely why I left Emilia in charge when we left. Who beats who is inconsequential for standing in my harem. There are members at home who could crush either of you depending on the match up. No if you two naughty little girls wish to impress me so, then take this fight to the bedroom and see who the dominant one is-"
Aiden:
Idril
If Idril was frightened or harmed by Valerie's words, she did not show it. No, all that came was an elegant eyebrow lifting in bemusement. "What she is does not change what she was in my eyes, great teacher. If it displeases you to hear otherwise, I will refrain from it." She turned her scythe in her hands once more, and allowed it to fade into shadow out of sight, before extending the hand it was held in toward Sakura. "I am of course up to the challenge, if she is."
SINIB:
--- Quote from: Aiden on August 15, 2021, 04:21:53 PM ---Lirazel
It spoke of the princess' great concentration on the truth of Thorra that she did not miss a note merely because she was so intimately close in flesh rather than just spirit. But as the harp continued playing her ears twitched, and her breathing caught in her chest. "H-How do you feel? I've never had a chance to truly ask the weapons I shape this."
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Thorra
Thorra's chest settled against the back of Lirazel's head. They were gentle and almost weightless, and felt like two large soft clouds were pressed gently against her, embracing Lirazel without resistance. She could feel more things about Thorra's body, too. The impossible softness was her defining feature. It was easy to simply fall against her body and enjoy the comforting feeling. But also, she could feel its stillness. There was no heart beating within her body, no circulation, only the gentle hum of a generator within, an electric crackling within her just under her skin.
"Your music is subtle and healing." Thorra replied. "I've never had a gentler touch upon my metallic form. And I can feel your careful wishes washing over me, resonating throughout my form. I see now you're not just worthy of wielding me. You're a great smith in the making, and soon, you'll be able to reforge me once again..." Thorra hummed it out in her high pitched gentle tone. She crouched down and planted a gentle kiss against the back of Lirazel's ear. "I can also say this with confidence–it is not your fault–the great weapon of the heros must have run out of energy in its own right. You care far too much about us for it to be an issue of compatibility." Then, she testingly planted another kiss against the same spot, ready to stop at the first sign of discomfort or rejection.
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