Introductions
This is where I'm posting introductory posts for stoyrlines that can be reused in additional storylines. Maybe the ones listed below didn't get a response, or will lead to good stories.
Medevil Adventuring
-‡- For the past several weeks the grim hordes of the southern wastes had begun invading the lands north of them. It was not known what was the reason behind their sudden reason for becoming active again. It was not to a scale that an army was assembled by the larger cities to oust it at the core further into the mire of the wretched lands themselves. But the towns that had sprouted up above the border where the darker wastelands gave way to more fertile land had become places more and more dangerous to live at. It was one of these towns, one that had built a wall of tall trees had become a beacon where nearby villagers had begun to head towards for safety, until the monsters were taken care of. It was from the same walled town that bounties had begun to be posted, and messages via merchants traveling from here to cities further inland had been sent forth. To offer rewards for aid, rewards for swords for hire who would help route out the dangers in their lands. It was from the northern lands of the elves where trees were thicker than the hut of a common villager, and elven homes were known for being built high in the treetops above the ground that Torienthos, and his handful of kin had arrived from. They had already been near the region, their own lands were too quiet to satiate their whims for bloodletting. A bounty had been taken up to seek out the threat to civilization, to scout out where they were based at and how many there were. If a large band of mercenaries would be necessary to handle it, one would be put together, or hired. It was whilst taking up the bounty at the towns village hall, that he had offered another adventurer the opportunity to join their number, but more so his own. The woman was a beauty beneath her armor, and something about her being a woman gave him reason to offer her aid in numbers so she wouldn't be out there on her own. Maybe even in a way, of a mind to let her come along on a free ride, so she could "earn" her living. Little did he really know of her skill, nor of her abilities. Maybe, he'd even get lucky with her sooner or later. Such an opportunity was not one to deny. She had taken him up on the offer, a small challenge was given to her, to see who would return with the most ears to turn in for rewards. Upon leave of the walled town, he had sent the handful of other elves who travelled with him, warriors themselves who were as close to him as kin in different directions to scout out the other areas, and gather information on where their targets were hiding. They would meet further west in a few days.
-‡- Earlier, the wood-elf had volunteered to scout around the area they were now in, to creep about in the stealth of the shadows for a short while as if he went about hunting for game to eat that dinner, which he was also habitually of a mind to do if he came upon such small creatures by chance. His mind shifted to the fur of creatures then, and whether she had a taste for the softness of fur. A few moments pondering making some bracelet or collar of fur to wrap about such a woman of her like to enhance the beauty he saw from his perspective. Yet, he also had to draw his attentions back to the here and now as he crept from one tree to the next. There was a foreboding darkness in these woods. As if the murk of the mire seemed to darken the air itself with the overture of it's canopy high high above. The trees were not thick like they were in his land, but more slender, yet still quite tall in their ascent into the sky above. One of his senses had drawn him to head this way. Those deeper whims that were touched upon by the ways of nature. The mystics of magi that worked within those like druids had doused their meddlings into his skills in the length of his years, which were several hundred by now. Such meddlings ushered him forwards. The leaves bristling amongst the weave of the branches above as a wind blew through them. As if whispering to his listening ears of they whom he was seeking. The whisperings short, yet urgent, nor telling him all that he wanted to know. With the haste of his elven nature, he treaded lightly upon unburied roots, the jut of large rocks that would not sink into earth he had not stepped on before. When he did step upon the earth, his feet were light, barely touching upon the surface enough to leave a track, let alone pressure of his weight as his speed kept him a blur of dark cloaks, leathers and an enchantment that let him shift from the shadow of one tree to the next as if they were pulled along with him when the cast of the light from above might pass a beam upon him in his passing. It wasn't until the trees became silent again, the breeze stirring their heights quieting, that he began to overhear the sound of chaotic sniggerings near an opening further beyond. As he grew closer, he slowed, to a stealthy creep that let the darkness of his cloak conceal him completely. Recognizing where to stop behind a tree, and where to sneak behind the concealment of a bushes height. As he did so, he discerned there were just a few greenskinned creatures that he had been led to. One of their own was lying dead at their feet, and they were arguing over why he had been killed. Amongst them, a chest had been set on the ground. Though a path on the ground behind it credited it as being heavy enough to have been dragged to this point of the woods.
Medevil - 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.
Modern - Meeting one of his Fans
-‡- The past month he had posted up an invitation to let one of his facebook fans come visit him for a day at his home in florida. It was more of a vacation home, but he ended up staying there more often than his original one that was more of a family tie estate. The beach was a distance beyond the manor that was like many other estates along the beach. It wasn't a large grand beacon of wealth, for he was just an actor, and not a huge one at that. But still, he had many fans, and the movies he had been starring in had made him richer than he thought it would when he first got into the business. Codi was still reaching for his 30's in age, his hair was a dark brown that even now his fingers reached to comb through to let the soft thick locks be shifted over his skull. The oiled gel that kept it in place was felt weighing their locks down, yet still keeping them shiftable. His cheeks were shaven earlier that morning except for some darkening lines along his chin and some that led to his lips up the center. At the moment, he was out in the back of the estate. The patio had wooden boards that were waxed with a rosewood resin. He stood at a table that was concealed by the shade of a small gazebo that he used to hide spoilable fruits and keep drinks cooled from the rays of the sun when he had visitors. His cellphone was nearby upon the table. He was supposed to get a buzz when his visitor would arrive. He already sent her a text that he'd be in the back and she could follow a stone laiden path around the side of the yard to reach the patio he would be waiting on. Was it rude to do so? Leave it to a new visitor to get lost, and have the liberty to go into his house instead? Or worse still, to not visit her as soon as she got out of her vehicle, and escort her around his new home, and hers for the day? Ah, it was too serene that day for him to seek to put too much thought on the matter. A glass of some fruit filled drink was poured into a sparkling glass, the crystaline object was raised to his lips for a sip. Twas always good to remain well hydrated when in the sun, always a refreshing moment when the cool liquid would spill inside of parched lips. When he was through tipping his head back, he set the glass down upon the table where a tray with a few others were set. Would she have a chaperone who drove her here? He knew not, but he had to make an appearance as to welcome one if she did. A light shirt was worn over the bulk of his physique. Where muscles were recently exercised earlier this morning, the shirt fell over their broadness at the shoulders, with a few large buttons keeping it loosely closed along the flat of his abdomen. Matching shorts were worn below, both a cottony white of a breathable material that he could feel the breeze through as it wafted towards him from the oceans beyond. In the distance, he could listen to the waves rushing onto the shore. Here the distant banter of the seagulls, and the braying of the palm leaves as the winds toyed with their hanging leaves. His sandaled feet brushed the floorboards below as he turned an eye towards the pathway that led to the patio from his driveway. Wondering if he would see his visitor any moment now, or if he should text her and find out if something was holding her up.
Modern - 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.
Modern - Mafia/zombie attack
‡ Codi Encinosa spent the earlier part of the day in the gym. A small gym that was one of the rooms of the beachside manse that he and his crew resided in. It was legally in his name, and at times only he would be there, but he had a handful of his blood as a crew to handle business with and they were there even now. A few were strung over the ivory leather of a couch whilst paying attention to the 80" Tv mounted on the opposing wall. There were helicopter viewings of the port area of the city, where a gathering of people were in panic and the continual phase of police lights were reflecting off of surrounding vehicles and stacked trailers. Muscles were awry as they were being used to push a bar of steel over his chest, over and over as the reps began tightening his muscles, and rejuvenating the need for his strength to be alive and bleeding beneath his flesh whilst he breathed quiet and controlled. His own attentions were upon his muscles, and the waiting length of reps till they would begin to be enticed with pain and the telling signs that his reps were done. Muscles were felt rippling briefly against his flesh as the bar was rolled along the down angle of his body hooked onto the bench beneath him. In a fluent manner of moments the bar was hefted into the air and returned to the floor. Letting the metal sink into the mats before the lisp of his fingers would release the coolness off steel from their grip. Same dextrous lengths snatched at a bleached white towel that was mangled beneath his grasping paws as the strength calmed down within them. Eyes preened across the room to what was on the tv, as bold white letters made attempts to cover up what was really going on. The number one rule of the system was not to send the public into a state of panic. The people were too stupid to keep themselves under control, a proven fact through the ages. Eyes narrowed some as he began to surmise what it was about. One of his bois leapt off of the couch, a little too high himself, scrawny and lacking in muscles. The drugs in his system apparent as his eyes widened in hysteria, and he raced for the corridor. "Their coming! Their here! Where's my gun…I'm getting the guns!" The shrill, scared and hysteric voice was heard echoing back from the corridor as he ran faster than he'd ever seen him move before. Codi watched the tv for another moment or two before he bridled on what they would be told to do if it really came the city, if the virus did arrive and he would have to do something about it. Leering amber depths pulled from the images on the big screen to return to the gym nearby, it was easier just to return to the work-out, get it done and out of the way. Loose shorts that fell to his knees swished nonchalantly along the robust muscles along his thighs as he returned to his next set, abdominals prodded at to determine which ones were tight, and which ones would need to be tightened up.
Medevil - Fort Scene - Slave market - other
-‡-In order to immerse yourself, and become he whom you write about, one must place yourself within your avatars body, and see through his eyes, and feel with his senses. In so doing, your ability to act him out, is thoroughly more enhanced. It was thus, that he was riding along the highway, a road that had been paved by roman slaves that were obtained through their numerous wars. One of the roads that was used by its' armies to allow them to pass through the lands all the more faster. But more so, for the caravans, wagons, supplies, and all the followers that came along with the armies. Nor was he alone as he approached the caravans temporary settlement. There were forts throughout the lands. Garrisons of soldiers who kept the hostile borders in check. Soldiers who needed food, supplies, and entertainment. These forts thus, were a common place for caravans to stop at, both for the safety of its protection, as well as to trade its wares before reaching a city whereit was destined to arrive. A handful of men were with him, other soldiers that were beneath his command, a few were fresh from recruitment, needing some field experience. The rest had been with him for some time now since joining the tenth legion. Most of them were armored, though the younger were still nearly bare of the arsenal and armor pieces that the veterans wore and were able to afford, as well as take from the dead in their years. Rahmor was their leader, his armor though was not worn unless he was preparing for battle, or in the enemy territory where threats would be expected. His shoulders were weighed down with the hang of a leather cloak that shimmered briefly in the dying suns' illuminance as it bellowed occasionally to the passing of a wind, or the higher trot from his steed beneath him. A hood gloweringly concealed his features. Most centurians wore helmets with plumes marking who was in charge, and who to follow. If he had one, it was not worn, to the common eye, he would appear as more of a commoner, or even a noble who was being guarded by the soldiers around him. None the less, the slap of his pteruges were still worn at his waist. The lengths of separated leather bounced and jostled about with each pound of his steeds' hooves onto the ground below. The steady sound of hoofbeats below and behind him a cadence of sounds that had almost become death to him, though the strength of the beast ever something his attentions would return to. In the distance, the fort became visible, one of the scouts ahead of them returned with word that it would be safe to proceed to its gates for the night. As they drew closer, and the scout fell into line with the others, the caravans details began to be, consumed. There was an array of varying merchants in its tide of concealed, and open wagons. Fires were already lit and cooking meals as well as becoming places to gather and hear tales and talk from their fellow man. There was the sound of a distant whip snapping into the air, of a woman screaming in abject pain and humiliation as it dawned on her of the lesson being taught. There were soldiers from the fort itself, both on its walls, as well as those who were not on duty; in the mill of the merchants who had become quick to set up their wares and garner their attention. As Rahmor grew close enough to the caravan that the musk of gathered humans and animals replaced the fresher abundance of the lands beyond; the other soldiers were given the gesticulation to be dismissed. His voice rising up in a dormant tone that rustled forth from the depths of his broadened chest. "Alright men, do what you will. You know our destination if you get too drunk tonight. Schlem..take my horse to the stables.." Muscles were set into motion along his arms. Rippling where they were exposed beyond the cloak, no longer concealed along his fore arms where leather vambraces were buckled above his wrists. With a churn of his abdominals, muscles were swiftly drawn out of the saddle to agilely land on the ground below in the passing moment. The steed gave a neighing sigh to the relief of his weight no longer part of the saddle. The long ride deserved a few pettings through its' lustrous mane that fell down along its neck in a manner that would need a brushing. Rahmor then began to stride through the encampment. A hand rose up to slide his hood from his head, to let his eyes track those whom he would pass, and be able to pay attention to any threats, or something that might catch his eyes attention in other ways. The cloak was allowed to remain hanging over his left arm, concealing it, and the jut of a blade strapped to his waist. His right arm shifted the cloak on its side to fall behind him. Revealing the bared structure of his shoulder and arms and the thick bulk of muscles that adorned his large physique. Abdominals were split with lines along his gut, a provocation to the folk in the encampment, who were more keen to sport ale fattened bellies. Streaks of oil shimmered in the thick strands of hair at the top of his head. Strands that were seperated by his fingers as a raking comb was sent through their lengths, shifted from the hoods removal only a moment prior. This of course exposed the muscles along his ribs that clung like cords of strength. Leading to the barely visible loom of meat and muscle along the side of his back that seemed like wings..or to some a shield of muscle.
Modern - Sun-bathing neighbor
-‡- Florida was known for its favorable weather. Weather nearly year round of warmth, sunshine, and some seasons, rainy days. It was one of the sunnier days outside his bedroom window as he prepared for the day. The brightness of the sun admiringly making the world all the more beautiful and one to be enjoyed as it brightened the room entirely with its' powerful hovering radiance. Beyond the window was a stretch of land that led to the beach. Some of it was clotted with the green of long grasses that were seperated by a boardwalk pathway from his manor. He gave his hair a few additional strokes with a soothing comb. The dark locks attempting to return to their dark unitions in the absence of the brittle like teeth that kept being combed through them. Bared feet strode through the lushly deep carpet that sunk in between his toes. Toes that stretched and curled attentively. A breath was released in a contentful sigh of appreciation as his gaze passed along the view beyond. Stretching almost keenly towards the yard next door. Where on more than one occasion he had gained an even more pleasing view. One of their daughter, sunbathing outside. It was almost a private neighborhood. The beaches weren't public, and few thus passed along its' length except those who lived on it. So he couldn't blame her. It was another day that he was gifted with the beauty of her curves for him to run his eyes along. A wryful, lusting curl rose on the corner of his dried tiers as he began to hunger for such flesh, flesh he sought to touch, and claim for his use. Her parents had left yesterday, on invitation to some resort that had arrived in their mail from a contest that they could not resist to accept. Other, preparations were made by some of his connections to ensure their work related duties would be 'covered" and there would be no problem with them taking the time off. It was upon such recollections, that he decided it was time to do his part, and pay her a visit, to ensure she was alright, and didn't need anything from the store…or anything else. In the passing of moments he would approach her house from the front, taking a path around the house itself to reach the yard in the back where she would be sought, lounging in the sun. Darkly stained sandals were worn around his toes and ankles below. Sun-darkened skin from his own sunbathing were near a bronzed state of tanned flesh. Darker than hers maybe? He sought to find out. Loose shorts, a tawny tan tone, were bound by clinging elastic and loose tied strings that hung from his abdominals that reached for the ground below or awaited fingers to pull them looser. Swishing in the air like small tails as he strutted along the pathway that led him onwards. A button-down shirt hung around the bulge of muscles along his shoulders. The buttons though, were undone, for he was accustomed to going around with it loose and more comfortable with the portrayal of his physique within. Usually with a tank top worn beneath. But not today. He kept himself rigidly buffed, with muscles that were thick with strength, and chiseled along his every abdominal. Gold glimmered beneath the attention of the sun where they hung from his neck, and spanned towards the center of he pectorals. Pectorals that were thick enough to loom beyond his chest in a chiseled state of corded strengths beneath unarguing flesh. Could he so blatantly approach a young woman whilst she was in her own state of privacy? Would she yell and scream at him to leave? Or was she the naughty sort, who might be doing more than merely baking in the sun whilst nearly naked. Either way, he wanted to see her up close. Even as such thoughts began to set into his mind, he felt his loins warm, felt his manhood lengthen with the taste for such as her. - ‡-
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. [11:09 AM] -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. ⦁[11:11 AM] -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. ⦁[11:15 AM] -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. ⦁[11:18 AM] -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. ⦁[11:20 AM] -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.-‡-
Modern - Hunter finds Yours
-‡- The day was still beginning, the sun had arisen from across the horizon beyond the threshold of trees that were scattered and thick throughout the surrounding land. There was a tactical pack strapped upon his back bearing the supplies he needed to aid him in surviving incase he got injured or lost, but more so to aid in hunting game that day. There was a cool breeze about the air from the lands further north, so he had donned his thicker sweater that had a weave of hunters camo that matched the very ground he walked on. Pine needles and darker earth that his hiking boots treaded upon as he continued onwards. He had found a path, narrow, and lightly trampled upon. It was the sort a deer would use to move through the land. Such a path he was hoping would draw him towards such a creature that he intended to hunt down and claim for the day. There was a tanner in the nearby town that he had made friends with who paid well for such hides. The meat meanwhile was his to store and consume, as well as sell to the towns grocer. The townsfolk always thought the venison an extra treat to buy, at a price that he ensured was worth the trouble of garnering. A hand rose up to comb lithe bristled digits through the thick dark locks of hair uncombed upon his head. A soothing relieve of stress as the soft strands passed through the rake of each leading fingertip. They were just long enough to reach the back of his head, where he kept more of it along the sides and back rather trimmed down so as not to bother his ears, almost military in fashion, neat yet still had a handsome look to it that women were used to feigning over. His features were of a latino ancestry, some sun was always good for the skin, and his was an ochroid tone thanks to how much time he spent outdoors. He also kept himself very thick with muscle compared to most people, especially ones at his age who were already letting themselves go and filling themselves out with food. He on the other hand still felt young at times, able to exume himself with energy and strength due to the lack of that weight of fat or even a belly. A hand mentally gave a press to his gut below his navel through his clothing. Noting that it was still solid with muscle, and there wasn't much worry of going fat anytime this week. He then reached up to the strap bearing his rifle that weighed into the padding at his shoulder, to the thick layer of muscles enwrapped about the ball from shoulder to arm. It was as he was rising over a hill that accompanied a shallow stream of water, weaved and went further into the woods beyond his eyes glare that he passed his eyes along his surroundings, and discovered what amazed him to be a structure ahead. Tangled in the surroundings of trees that rose well above it's roof. His boots ceased heading onwards as he looked about, caution suddenly taking over his senses. There could be traps on the ground, or something even living inside of it that. Codi wasn't much for talking to hismself out loud, but decided it was worth checking out. He unslung his rifle from his shoulder, it was more of a military form of a weapon than one for a hunter, yet it was still for long range, he slid the safety to off as the path he had been following veered off and around the structure. An opening between trees was followed, his steps trampling through the terrain more quietly so as not to alert anyone else of his approach, if there was anyone else. It was whilst he was approaching, that the sound of someone shouting angrily suddenly erupted from within the structure. As if the man doing so couldn't control someone, or something, and was completely fed up with the situation he was within. Maybe, the outburst had even had something unseen to go along with it, for some render of a grunt was heard as well before the sound of the man leaving the place could be determined on the other side where he could not see. It took only moments before the man was seen leaving in the other direction, where a more apparent path lead elsewhere.