

Introductions
These are a few writing samples.
Beach: One of my better.
Road :turned into a long hot piece. Reveals my warrior Char.
Orc : for those favoring orc Sls etc..
Modern -Codi - Beach Party
-‡- Codis' blood was pumping, muscles were in a state of vigor as a commotion of adrenaline and blood was felt pumping through the muscles wrapped pridefully around his being. Muscles that were tense and quietly rippling beneath his flesh as they thrived to be put to further use. There was a small crowd of people on the beach, most in beach attire so they could swim, or enjoy the beach however they were of a mind to. Some of them were cheering mildly, whilst a few half-drunken women gave hollering's that cheered the two men on in the center of the circle of watchers. He and one other were facing each other with a long rope clutched in their fists. Fists that were growing white against the knuckles as they stared at one another. Their bared feet were dug into the white sands of the beach below where they had dug themselves in moments prior. Terse grunts for breath were barely heard when the onlookers weren't cheering them on, or baiting them to loose. Tug-of-war was the moments game, an age old show and test of strength and endurance. There were a few other recreational activities on the beach-stead that night. For some reason he had taken to this one whilst there was still a crowd admiring the contenders. Muscles along his pectorals rippled and were strivingly clenched into a stronger position with a shift of his arms. Arms that bulged with strength and thick where they began to curl towards his inner body. The rope began being drawn towards him again. The other contender suddenly caught something else whilst looking beyond Codi. One of the bikini clad woman decided to suddenly popped off her bikini top and revealed a most attractive sight of her boobies. In that instant of dark nipples being revealed, the man lost track of what he was gripping onto. The rope slipped from his attention, and the fierceness of his fight to hold onto it was lost. It was the moment Codi needed to win, and the rope was suddenly being pulled to his side so quickly that the other contender lost his balance and was snapped forward onto the sands of the beach belly first. The crowd suddenly shouted in an uproar of cheering from more men than women. Perhaps because they were watching the bare-breasted woman too as she continued flaunting her assets. Her rump was danced around with little swivels for more attention with the strings at the side of her hip bouncing off of flesh with her little dance. Codi in turn took to regain his balance as he stood straight up again. Breaths were lowered from a notable exhaling continuance to a calming demeanor. His brows were lifted as the crowd was cheering at him, and also pointing beyond him towards the woman. It led his attention to follow what they were cheering about before he turned his head and saw her too. A derse chuckle reverberated from his lungs to jostle the muscles along his upper torso with a shade of humor. He then dusted off his hands of the grit of sand, palm against palm a few times as he determined he needed a drink, something refreshing. Bared feet shifted against the loose sands below as he left the small tournament and headed towards the tiki bar, hot tubs and poolside lounging area where other guests were also gathered. A hand swept to the oiled lengths of dark tresses at the top of his head. Smoothening a few loose lengths back into place in a backwards comb of petting fingers. A few strands of sweat were rare to be felt on his flesh, but they were sent to moisten his hair as they were discovered. Below the sleek material of his shorts was felt cascading against the burl of muscles along both striding thighs. The bristle of their material against the terse hairs of his flesh kept his physique in mind. For it was difficult to hide that he was buffed and the sex appeal of bearing so much muscle and brawn garnered the eyes of women too easily. All the more so with half of him being bared and exposed. Here and there a woman would direct herself towards him, angling her own syrupy inclinations at him as she'd wetten at her gaze upon him. One such woman seemed to garner his interest, and the pheromones seemed to latch onto him from the distance, causing his own pique of arousal to jostle alive below as if he would slide it into her from so far away for just a moment or two.
Medevil - Rahmor - Meeting upon a road.
-‡- It was well past morning, he had already left the encampment where the other warriors of his squad had set up in the area. A small niche amongst large boulders, overshadowing trees, and a nearby brook to bathe and drink from for the day. The camp had been broken up and they had taken different directions. Directions they were to patrol and explore. Seeking those who were against the empire, those who were against the laws of the ones who ruled the lands. Thieves, bandits, travelers from other countries, it was a duty as a soldier to guard the lands of his home. Yet, they were sent to these parts searching for a particular group that had been up to no good the past few months, and help had been sent. The voice of village elders to the city magistrate for help had beckoned them. Riding boots more suitable for clinging against stirrups were pressing upon pebbles that hooves had crushed in their passing as he strode onwards. The road was one of a few they were to follow, some of the others were elsewhere, on the outskirts of the area, searching through the woodlands and nearby fields for hide outs, or hidden caches or places where the ones they sought would seek refuge from men like them. The sun in turn passed by overhead. Occasionally hidden from him as the height of a thinning tree would secret him in the overture of shade as he passed beneath it..and others as he passed beneath them. A sun that was allowed to heat at the flesh of his shoulders and his chest with it's heating rays. Rays that would darken his flesh, and keep it darkening still. He was not bronzed yet, though ochroid was closer to the tone of his flesh. Flesh that was left exposed from his waist upwards. Almost barbaric some whispered to him, and the others at times. Yet it was also very provocative to those he passed by. The burl of muscles were thick with strength along his upper physique. Muscles in places that most travelers, and many villagers had not the food to build and maintain. Had not the exercise or knowledge of how to develop. He though, was a warrior. He and the others practiced in the morning before camp was broken. Exercises to maintain their strength, and assure their reflexes and skill with their blades were finely tuned and able to be wielded with proven skill and expertise. There were times that armor would be donned, for battle, and skirmishing into enemy territory. But here, this was their homeland, and it would appear perhaps he was another vagabond to any hidden eye more than a soldier searching for the same. Below the jutting plateaus of his broad pectorals, the muscles along his ribs stood out, pronouncing the way they clung along the slender cage of his ribs. The elk of the sun already causing a light sheening of sweat to glisten, and reflect light from the lines of his abdominals that were exposed, and rigid in their tightness. Lines that led downwards to a girdle of a belt that hung at his waist. Laiden with accouterments, sheathes, and pouches. Yet from this belt, also hung the dangle of his pteruges. Several lengths of wide leather lengths that hung to his thighs below. Lengths of thick leather that had emblems, and medallions embedded in their lengths that glimmered in the light, and weighed them down to keep them in a continual swish against and along his thighs. Thighs that were used to being used to traverse distances. A hand rose up, shifting the bend of catering fingers to his skull to send a combing of their tips through the thick tendrils of hair that were darker than her own, a darkish brown that was nearly black that were led back beyond his ear where a few strands had slid free to tickle upon. Where sweat began a salted oil to spread through their lengths, causing them to shimmer a little more beneath the sun's heavance in their slickened state. Features were a stoic, hardened structure of handsomeness, and seriousness. Eyes of a honey like amber shifted from the outlying plains that stretched out beyond one side of the road to the road itself. Seeing her in the distance, approaching from him. Eyes lulled wider the closer she became. Noticing finally that it was a woman as the curvitures became noticeable. The closer she came, the easier it was for his eyes to lavish upon such a sight. The easier it was for him to feel the pique of his loins become aroused to the prospect of the fun that he enjoyed to have with a woman. The lascivial feel of it jutting against his leathers below adding to his stride as it began to hunger. His other hand shifted the weight of a sheathed blade that he had slung over his back. The pommel of such rose over his shoulder beside his head. A glimmer of the metal shimmering beneath the suns down casting plight. Perhaps she had learned already what a lone woman would be expected to do for ones such as him.
Medevil - Orc invasion
⦁-‡- Much of the elven city had been overtaken. Sections had been torn down by the orc warmachines that had been laying siege to this last standing city of the high-elves. Many of its people had perhaps fled to join their elven kin in the woods, or had taken to the nearby human countries where the orcs reign had not reached thus far in their brutal invasion. -Walls lined many districts of the war prepared elven city. Walls that rose high above the heads of many orcs. Yet some of them were now quiet and void of the smaller elves that had once patrolled their lengths. Pillars of smoke plumed into the air along the distance of the city around him. The acrid scent of dying bodies had become something one normally breathed in. In the distance, the sound of fighting commencing still ensued. -The iron nails rooted into the soles of their boots echoed against the stone archway that led between the structure of two elven buildings that were being passed. Windows were barred, a few were filled with debris from fallen ceiling's and walls. Barrels were crushed along one of the walls, its contents already pillaged like most of the city in the orcs wake. -Muscles were thick along his arms as they swung weighingly at his sides. Clutched in the deathgrip of his fist was a length of steel that ended in a mace head with protruding sharp ends. Some of which were still darkened with blood, and particles of flesh. His upper torso was bare of armor, the thickness of the muscles along his physique was enough armor. Or perhaps a declaration of his abilities and longing for a barbaric death. -From the top of his head grew hair that led to the back of his head. Some of their lengths were braided with bone and leather thongs. Whilst some ends had remained loose and were felt shifting with his movements at the middle of his back in their freedom. A back that boistered with a broadness of muscles layered along one another like a shield of natural strength. -Around his waist was a belt of war, leather bearing ringlets of steel along it's studded expanse. Accouterments for war hung from it, as did lengths of leather along the front that hung between his thighs like pteruges. Medallions, and trinkets from his victories had been woven onto that belt like trophies. ⦁[11:22 AM] -A shifting of his jaw sent the bulge of fangs to shift against his outer jowls. His lips were licked as something was breathed upon the air. Something pretty, something young and fresh..like an elf. He sniffed at the air as his steps ceased within the alley. There were a few other orcs with him, a small band of them that were looking for another way over the walls, or for more elves to kill or take with them back to their base.-‡-