Kara means "to bone."

[Karakara]

Hi there guys, gals and non binary pals. In wake of my initial complaints, I decided to put my money where my mouth is and write a couple of submissions, big and small, for CoC2. While right now they are mostly male in focus -- and of a specific kind -- my desires are flimsy at best while my interests are wast. So really, do not except to find here any kind of constant in the way I think, what I want or how I write. The only thing that is constitant about me is that I am at incosistent. Without further ado --

Finished projects --
Hirrud bad end (submited but would love input)
Minotaur miner anal (magic strap supported and not submited) -- will post link later.

Currently working on
Kocchie (name pending) -- A half leotharn catboy
Northern Minotaur boy -- A Nikol/Prince vranus of northen minotaurs. Instead of looking like femboy, he will be a hunk or an ambush.

On hold:
Rooh -- Scope creep happened. It went way outside of my initial pictch of writing few sexual scenes into a full blown expansion. And I did not feel comftroble in doing or asking for permision to do so, so the twink will be stuck in purgatory untill further notice.

 

[1hundredknight]

I don't know if it was on purpose, but you forgot to give open access to your doc.

 

[Karakara]

I don't know if it was on purpose, but you forgot to give open access to your doc.

Oh pardon my incompetence. I just got some free time, and my PC back, so it should be open for all.

Anyway, with that blunder sorted, my plate is still full. I still have not settled on his name, but, nevertheless here is the introduction to my leotharn catboy Kocchie (name pending

Kids, do not be afraid of Kocchie!

//Shows in the Leothar Village tab

[Peculiar leothar]​

As the mingling of the locals simmers down, you take note of a large Leotharn not so subtle taking a note of you. Yet unlike {pc had met the twins or is half leotharn themselves|most of|rest of} his kin, what catches your attention is not his size, although you do reassure yourself that he is indeed a large lad, or even his apparent interest in you. No. It is his fur, or more so lack thereof. While his limbs and tail are decorated in the same kind of spotted fluff so tied to their aesthetic aesthetic, his face and torso are as hair free as a baby's bottom. That same mug lacks the elongated snout, giving him a far more human-like appearance. A half-Leathern would be your guess. And with how his toned skin beautifully contrasts the white snow, a handsome one two.

Alas, any sort of fine detail is hard to distinguish without getting closer to the curious lad.

//Open three options

[Meet him] [Not now] [Not interested]

[Not now]​

//Leads to village menu

[Not interested]​

//Removes the [peculiar Leotharn] option from the ment
//Text – frankly, you do not care what the big oaf wants from you. Hopefully he will leave you alone if you just ignore him.

[Meet him]​

//Text – See what is his deal

With a few slow steps, you approach the peculiar individual. And yep, you will have to reiterate to yourself – he is Indeed a large lad. [PC.height range 0 80 90|Towering over you|Looking you straight in the eyes|being shorter just by the head's length], the leotharn, even if not for the rest of him, would stand out even in this village of giants, yet it's that "rest" that drew you to him… that, and the side-eye he has been sending your way.

"Hi there," you start, "my name is [pc.name], [pc.isdcb|the hell is your deal? Didn't your mother teach you not to stare at strangers?|what can I help you with?|why are you so big?]

"Oh excuse me, [pc.isMale|sir|madame] if I am bothering you…" he replies, his voice a lot more… soft, a lot more subdued and a lot more proper/"high class" compared to your preconceived notions. "I do not know what came over me. It's just, we do not get many visitors, and you yourself stand out even amongst the few that we do," he sights. "Pardon, where are my manners? Look at me, poking my nose where I shouldn't."

The defensive and apologetic stance he takes, evidently recoiling from your arrival, catches you off guard. "[pc.isdcb|Kid… It is not that I do not appreciate some reverence, but If I took offense at every peasant eye-fucking me, I would be up-and-arms all day.|Considering that I[pc.hasCompanios|and my lot are|am a] visitor[plural|s], some side-eyeing by the locals comes with the territory.|Oh, it's fine. I am cute, and people like cute.] Still, I could be overthinking this, but you seem like you want to talk. Do you?"

"I, ahem, yes," he says, his irises darting from side till they lock-in onto a laying spear, "but not now. Please excuse me, I have a meal to prepare and, ahem, catch. Please come visit me at my home later!"

And then, he buzzers off, leaving you with a various questions swarming your mind, major one being:

"Where? His home, where?

[Ask about the Half-Leotharn]​

//Replace the [Peculiar Leotharn] with this
//Leads to one off scene
//Text – Ask Vari about the peculiar guy

"So Vari," you hum, watching the large, muscular half-leothran pass you by. "Who is that?"

"Oh that is Kocchi," Vari says, her ears and eyes flickering at your inquiry. "Interested in meeting him?"

"Well, I did and…"

"Oh, dear, did it not go well?"

"Something like that," you respond, noting the sudden frown decorating her usually carefree mug.

"Oh excuse Kocchi, for that's just how he is. Constantly shy around the members of the tribe, much less outsiders," the [vari.fucked|MILF|cougar] replies, her fluffy tail tapping in place as she tries to figure out the best way to further describe the fluffy fella. "He always had trouble, well not so much in making friends – after all, we are all tightly knitted – but more so in being able to express himself whenever making first contact. He usually needs time to prepare."

"Prepare?"

"Yes. But really, me explaining it all would be spoiling the experience," she smiles. "Go talk to him. His place is over there," she points at a large tent with a deer skull at the entrance, "I guarantee it will play out differently this time."

You nod.

//Open a new option inside of the village called [Kocchi's home]

[Kocchi's home]​

//Text – [first time|So this is the place?|[kocchi.fucked|[pc.isdcb|You really have nothing better to do, so why not pay a visit to your large cat toy?|Honestly, Kocchis warm embrace is what you craving right about now.Why not visit your favorite, pound for pound, kitty boy?]|Visit the large Leotharn.]

"A large deer skull," you hum to yourself as you approach the tent, no different than any other, stopping at the entrance. And yeah, it is just as Vari said: up, you see it; a huge, boney ornament decorating the front 'door'. Its large shape paints an image of a mighty beast that didn't go down without a fight. Its head serves as a prized trophy to a mighty hunter. Yet, even with all those images rushing through you, one thing reels them in; "But isn't this supposed to be Kocchis place?"

Alas, before you could ponder it further, a low, boyish tone grazes your ears as the curtain of the tent moves to the side.

"Welcome, [pc.sirMadam]," says the guy of the hour, his hefty frame bowing down as to avoid bumping into the deer, "I hope you didn't wait long. I haven't had a guest in quite some time, so I needed to make sure I had something to serve you."

You chuckle: "[pc.isdcb|Nah, not at all. Still, one thing: How about next time, when you invite someone, you give them some god-damned direction? You are lucky that the cougar exists, otherwise I would have not bothered looking.|Oh, I just came; next time, how about giving me a more concrete location? 'My home' is just… It is not like I just met you or anything.|No biggie for I just came; you were a little hard to find though. How am I supposed to know what 'your home' is when I don't know where you live, silly?"]

His cheeks flush with all hues of red: "Oh… Pardon me. I was just so taken back by your approach, I just forgot," he stops, bowing his entire top half. "So, to make it up for you, why not join me inside?" he straightens out, moving the 'door' to the side to welcome you in.

"Oh, I may? So if I wasn't lost, you would have just left me be?"

"W-hhat? No…" he groans, scratching his scalp, "It's just I feel bad and–"

You chuckle, slapping him on your way in, "Relax, Kocchie. Nice name, by the way. Nice enough to share, one would think."

"Oh, excuse me," he blushes, following suit.

[Next]

What catches your attention immediately upon your entry is just how spacious yet compact, crammed yet empty the whole interior feels. It's the little and big things: the way how one side of the room is decorated with two bookshelves, each jam-packed to the brim. One with its namesake and other with boney sculptures. Right next to them you can find a working table. One a bit too small for someone of Kocchies size, which leads you to believe that it is either for decoration or his knees besides it. Which wouldn't be the worst way to do so, you suppose: his floor is covered in dried straw, over which numerous pelts lay atop, their bright tones illuminating nooks and crannies where light doesn't reach; quite exquisite ones too, if your feet are to be trusted.

Other corners are slightly less crammed, but non the less filled with, to compound it all, stuff: many kinds of animal pelts lay strewn and about on the walls, underneath which pots filled with rations, dried and otherwise, take space. Yet the center is remarkably empty – all you see is a bunch of furrs jumbled together into a makeshift bed; nevertheless, if it is anything like the floor you are currently standing on, sleeping on it does sound pleasing.

Overall:

"[pc.isDK|It's fine, I guess,|What a nice place you got here,]" you hum.

"Thanks," the big guy smiles, your appreciation for his decor leaving him with an apparent sense of self approval. "My previous tent was a lot more quaint in terms of living-commodities, but since we are staying here a lot more than we are used to, I thought: 'Why not spruce it up a little?' It was a success, although I am not sure how I will carry half of this stuff when we start moving again."

"And when will that be?"

"Who knows?" Kocchi politely shrugs, if that is even possible, moving past you and towards his pots. Taking two plates next to them, he places some dried meat and some drink-filled cups. There even seems to be some berries thrown in for good measure. "We move when we move; we live where we live. Let's just, here and now, make most of it. With that in mind," he says, moving to the center of the room. Placing the two bowls of food right next to piles of fluffy pillows. "Please take a seat."

Nodding, you do so. And, wow! If his floor can be described as soft, then these pillows must be where resting souls reside.

"Is everything fine, [pc.mf|sir|madam]?" he asks, "If you need anymore pillows [pc.ispregnant|for you and your child], I could bring them to you."

"Noted," you smile, taking the cup and piece of meat off your plate, "Let's just eat first, and if anything comes up, I will ring you."

Kocchie simple nods back, simply chirping out "I am at your service," before gauging on his plate all the same.

 

[Karakara]

Well well well! I haven't updated this thread in over three weeks. My apologies!

Kocchie is going swell, but my restless ass has started numerous other projects for personal satisfaction (most not CoC2) so this boy is still ways off. I may just try to implement half of his content when I get the chance. Or maybe implement a shorter encounter that I have been working on first.

Whatever comes first, I suppose.

[Next]​

As you are chomping down on the dried, salty meat and gulping the nutritious milk, the atmosphere that surrounds the two of you is pleasant[pc.isDK| enough]. While not much is being said, maybe a chit-chat here and there on "how's the food" and "are you alright", that is more than fine with you; it gives oneself time to come up with some talking subjects.

|| Opens Up Options in order shown bellow
[Examine the tall pretty boy] [Examine the tall femboy] [His shiness] [Him] [His life]

[Examine the tall pretty boy]​

// Text – Why not first take a closer look at the hunky guy first? <b>This will make his face more boyish.<|b>

[Examine the tall femboy]​

// Text – Why not first take a closer look at the hunky femboy? <b>This will make his face more feminine.<|b>

Kocchie, being a half-leothran of some kind, would be a pretty imposing lad if one would take into account solely the size of his frame. Yet the more you take stock of his behavior and, really, the rest of him, all that comes to mind is a picture of a well behaved, if overgrown, housecat.

{kocchie.isfem
|He is baby faced, wide eyed and just, to put it simply, pretty. It is like his profile was sculpted specifically to confuse as to how something so androgynous, so easy on the eyes, could be found on someone so swole.
|He is pretty[pc.isDK|, you will give him that]. Soft yet still pronounced jawline combined with his smooth mug bestow him with a boyish youthfulness not that dissimilar to the one found in elvish circles.}
His blue irises, slitted when need be, periodically track you while he himself chows down on the salty chop, his prominent lips motioning with each bite. Even with no utensils at hand, his table manners are more "prim and proper" than what you have come to expect from your time in the marches[pc.background Noble|[pc.isDK| – especially amongst the low-lives| – especially amongst the lower class]. Plus with how well kept his neck-long, yellowish gray hair is, there is this sense that he, consciously or not, is trying to keep up some sort of dignified image even as his pointy feline ears wag with excitment.

Adding to that sense of modesty, he is modestly clothed. While the rest of his Ilk prances about with nothing but undergarments to their name, a simple short, rose-colored short-sleeved tunic and white braies seem like a fashion statement in comparison. One could even accuse him of being a bit of a prude – jokingly of course.

Even so, that amount of garb can not hide just how well developed he is. Albeit not reaching the upper ranges of orcs and minotaurs, the way even his flabby cloth is forced to contour around his frame really is something. Triangle shoulders lead into a comparable narrow waist, attached to which is a giant, fluffy tail. Fluff that both his front lacks. An observation that only highlights his fur covered feet and hands, whose spotted blanket ends at his biceps and thighs. Their coloration no different than that of his hair.

[His shiness]​

// Text --Is he usually this shy?

"[pc.dcb|So what's your deal?Are you always such a nervous wreck when someone new approaches you? If you do not mind me asking: Are you always that tense when meeting someone new?|So kitty: are you always that jittery when meeting cute girls," you say, noting the [pc.isDK|the slight uneasiness|the respectful stance] he has around you.

"Y-yeah, to be honest, I am just not used to having visitors," he nods, finishing his snack before lowering his head to hide the uncomfortable grimace he is making. "N-not because I dislike them – you – or anything. Just not used to them is all. Unlike most of the villagers, I tend to avoid making contact with the locals. A tendency I picked up as a kid, and one that makes it hard to leave good first impressions."

"[pc.isdcb|Be that as it may,|Now I wouldn't quite say that,|While you were silly,]" you retort, "you certainly made a strong one on me."

He coughs, "Likewise. Albeit, I would still like to apologize for ditching you back there. I needed time to mentally prepare… Let's just say that being a host eases the nerves."

"You do have the qualities of one."

"Much appreciated."

[Him]​

// Text – He does stand appart in terms of looks and manners. What gives?

"[pc.isdcb|So, what is your deal?" you ask matter of factly, all the while the taste of salty chop still lingers. "Not entirely Leothran and not entirely uncultured. Not indigenous to these lands, I take it?"

"I-I am not sure how to reply to that," he sights, tapping his finger across his plate. "I was not born and raised here, yes. I come from the desert lands of Jassira – son of an Anubian Mother and Leotharn mom."

"A little dry but it will suffice," you reply. "So a Jassiran, hmmm? What brings you to these baren tundras?"
|"Let's cut to the chase," you say as the aftertaste of the salty snack lingers. "Compared to {pc.has met the twin sisters|most of village folk|everyone else}, you stand out like a sour thumb. You aren't originally from the Marches I take it?"

"Um, yes. You are correct. While I try not not to stand out," he chuckles, you think, "the truth is my roots originate under the watchful warmth of the Jassiran sun. My mom is a Leothran; my mother is an Anubian."

"Wow," you let out, "a Jassiran? So what compels a guy to trade a sandy desert for a snowy one?"
|"Question: you are not entirely a kitty cat, yet you are not entirely a wild cat. What gives?"

The semi-fluffy boy chuckles, you think, "If you are asking why I don't quite fit in, madam, it is simple – I am not from the Marches. The deserts of Jassira are my roots. Son of an Anubian mother and Leothran mommy."

"Oh, a desert boy! That is sweet. Why come here, though?"]

"Um, so," he gasps, fidgeting a little. "My mom hails from these lands, albeit she never spoke that highly of them. Painting them as savage steps from which she was lucky to escape from. A stance that my Anubian mother, head of one of the larger merchant families, encouraged as a way to keep my curiosity down. Yet what they tried to subside, the books provide.

"Whenever I was not busy studying arithmetic or old-world scriptures, what free time my child self had was spent scooped up in our library. Amongst the texts of ancient philosophers and fictional tales, the historic accounts of The Belharan Empire preoccupied my mind."

"Huh, I wouldn't have guessed that Leothran had entries related to them," you reply.

"Well, truth be told [pc.ismf|Sir|Madam], what was there mostly stemmed from the recorded witness accounts strung together across numerous books. None of them went much in depth. Disjointed contents that I had to cobble together into a somewhat coherent image. For all I know, I could have been just making a fool of myself. Not an unusual thing for me," he says matter of factly, "Nevertheless, I had to go there."

"[pc.isdcb|Ah, well ain't that sweet? A dream steaming from the child's wonder. Alas, can you cut to the chase and tell me how you got here?|Well speak about following one's dreams. So how exactly did you come here?|Ah, that is adorable! Being so full of dream wonder. So,hmmmm, did you ride a cloud to here?]"

"Mother had a delivery that she was requested to do in person. A deposit of spices for the{PC did Ryns quest|former} Queen of the frost elves. Alas, like always, she was busy, so she needed someone to do so in her stead. I volunteered.

"My trip to the Marches was supposed to be only a quick stop. A short-lived excursion to quench my childhood want; an opportunity I couldn't possibly let pass me. I booked a boat, intent to spend no more than a couple of months exploring the supposed barren wastes I knew so little about; it has been four years since then."

"[pc.isDK.|That is the longest ever short stint I have ever heard of.|A quite large departure to your original plan, yes.|Yeah, that is so looooooooong!] What gives?"

"I, um, like it here," he chirps out, "I feel like there should be something more, but there isn't. The first time I encountered this village, its people and their way of life, a charm was casted on me. Getting enveloped into their everyday happenings as their guest… It made me wish I was constantly a part of it. A desire that I expressed to them. One that they accepted with open arms – to openly now that I think about it."

"[pc.isdcb| Albeit, one has to ponder how your parents reacted – if you have even told them, that is.|Oh, good for you! Though, do your parents know that you are here? Have you told them?|Though, do your ma’s know about you being here. Did you tell ‘em?]"

“I did… It wouldn't have felt right to just leave them in the dark, and I needed to bring back the Queen’s part of the transaction. Once I told them, well…” he grumbles; "I was disowned. My parents, thankfully, gave me money to move out, but with the prerequisite that I wouldn't be showing my face from them onward. A prerequisite that I kept."

You stay silent, slowly gulping your cup. Really now, this whole conversation took an uncomfortable turn. One that has more story behind it than you are willing to probe for.

"At least you are happy," you reply, steering away from this shipwreck.

Kocchi nods with a faint beam: "That I am."

[His life]​

// Text -- What does he do around here?

"[pc.isdcb|Is spying on others the only thing you do around here?|So what do you usually do?|So how does a kitty spend his time?]

"The usual day to day life of mine is not that much dissimilar from what most woodsmen do: hunt and forage. When you have enough to feed yourself and your family, you help around the village."

"So then," you reply, "do you only hunt and forage for yourself? You do seem to live alone."

"Yes. It's a little embarrassing to have such a big tent all to oneself, but I don't really have anyone to share it with. If one doesn't have a family or a dear one, I am the result. Not that I mind it too much – there are many things one can do living alone. Reading, for one, as seen by the bookshelf over there. It is mostly filled with carryovers from my old home, mixed with some that I traded for. The other one stacked with figurines is where I keep most of my wooden and boney hand-made sculptures. A hobby that I picked up as a little kid, and one that I truly came to appreciate once I moved here.

"They are quite exquisite," you say, taking in the large figurine of a bear. From proportions, details and many well carved cuts, the thing resembles a miniscule adult.

"Thank you! Others think so too, especially the children. which in turn makes them pretty popular gifts, although most of them are probably lost or destroyed by now."

"Still, having such a large place to yourself, doesn't it get a little lonely?"

"Kind of hard to feel so, even if I wanted to," he chuckles. "People here are more than welcoming, as you have probably noticed. Not a day goes by where I am not asked to join in group activity be it parties, casual gatherings or, ahem, 'recreational' play."

"Do you take them up on it?"

"Of course! There are periods when I want to be my own company, but, for the former two, I make time. I love everyone in our tight knit community, so to just hang around with them brings me joy."

"Excluding the implied orgies, I assume?"

Kocchie chokes up: "I am just not up for it…

"Can we change the subject?"

Next up -- end to his introduction, some parser implementation and sex.

 

[SmithEK]

So is he a sub or domme? Koochie I mean. Also will there be any bimbo variants?

 

[Ace Hangman]

Kocchie is going swell, but my restless ass has started numerous other projects for personal satisfaction (most not CoC2) so this boy is still ways off. I may just try to implement half of his content when I get the chance. Or maybe implement a shorter encounter that I have been working on first.

Starts inking up his red, editor pen for typos and corrections if the doc becomes viewable.

 

[Karakara]

So is he a sub or domme? Koochie I mean. Also will there be any bimbo variants?

He is here to please his partner in any way they desire, all the while possessing a muscular frame that is more than capable of taking reins in bed.

I am not giving Kocchie genderbend option, but there is a good chance I could introduce one member of his family for girl kissers. Either his dickgirl Anubian mother (and maybe Leotharn mommy (female)), or his Anubian alpha sister. And yes, she would also be a dickgirl.

Probably his sister -- I would like to write a dommy futa, for it is a rite of passage of any hopeful fenoxo and Savin.co writer. With added option for female/cboy players to femdom her.

Edit: Or I could introduce Anubian alpha without tying her to Kocchie. Probably easier.

Starts inking up his red, editor pen for typos and corrections if the doc becomes viewable.

I am going to try and ruin your fun by proofreading and editing my shit real good, ahahaha!

Seriously though, thanks dude. I will try to "finish" him by end of next month, and it will be publicly viewable.

 

[Karakara]

Since Hirrud technically doesn't have a sex scene, I have decided to submit a scene related to this smug prick.

Psion pounding

Not submitted -- still need to finish Hirrud check up and then edit it, but third project technically brought to a finish line. Which just feels nice.

 

[Ace Hangman]

Since Hirrud technically doesn't have a sex scene, I have decided to submit a scene related to this smug prick.

Psion pounding

Read through the doc. Made one, maybe two suggestions. Tops. Hope some of it helps.

 

[Karakara]

Read through the doc. Made one, maybe two suggestions. Tops. Hope some of it helps.

Damn dude! I do not know what I would do without you. Fumble the submission process, that's for sure.

 

[Gabranth]

Damn dude! I do not know what I would do without you. Fumble the submission process, that's for sure.

They don't call him Honest AND reliable Ace for nothing.

 

[Karakara]

Ah, greetings! After some IRL stuff, I am going to comb through the incubi scene some more and it should be ready for submision.
Kocchie is going swole, yet he is kind of getting a little to swole.

In short, with the absecnce or a real life editor, scope creep hit me likc a truck. What was supposed to be a short 20 000 or words so submission, has balloned well past it. And while I am still working on him, I wanted to work on a more mid sized project after my 2 smaller ones. Which this one is not.

So hey, with backings of the Gardeford, I have decided to shitf my gears torwards a more managable task -- and by extension, a smaller lad.
Meet Yura, the Northern Minotaur hunk.

Short Summary

Yura is an inverse of an average northern specimen: instead of possessing that femboy/twinkish esthethic that is all the rage with their large women, our guy here will be more of a hunkish version of his southern cousin. Basically: What Nikol and Minotaur prince are to southern Minos, Yura is for northern ones – albeit certainly not as buff as the roman standins. The player will get a choice if his face will be traditionally hunky/prettyboy-ish, or a more cute/femboy-ish mug for ambush appreciators. I can't help myself.

He is a mercenary, and one currently hired by the Khorminos due to the dwindling supply of body-able soldiers. A position that he finds a lot of amusement in, considering his trade puts him a tiny bit at odds with the local garrisons.

He will have a quest line – probably.

Sexual content – more on a vanilla side of things, if maybe a bit of an aggressive side when it comes to him being a bottom/service top. He is a caring if a little bit self-flattering partner thanks to his upbringing, with quite an ego to boot.

Initial Meating

[A lone men]
//A guy drinking all by himself.

In the ruffling bouts of alcohol consumption between the patrons, your eyes notice a lone, blonde man with a cup of milk sitting near the bar's shank. Quietly observing the happenings around him, his soft gaze bouncing from corner to corner till it lands on you. Humming something to himself, he beckons you to sit next to him with an easy-going smile. One that position's him for a better appraisal.

He is a minotaur if his horns, bovine ears and hooved legs are anything to go by. Yet his human face, fur-free torso and arms are more in line with the aesthetic of their women than that of their men, especially when taking into account his long, golden locks.. {PC has met any sort of northern minotaur| Now that you think about it, he does remind you of a northern man, albeit one that is quite a bit on a taller side. Sure, he certainly isn't as large as the rest of his compatriots; he still looks close to seven feet tall.| And while he is certainly toned, when compared to the rest of his brethren, he looks positively toned down. You didn't know their guys could end up like that.]

Alas, there is no need to ponder his race when you could simply ask him yourself. An offer is open.

[Go meet the hunkish guy] [Go meet the tall cutey] [Not now] [Not ever]

[Go meet the hunkish guy]
//Text – This will make his face a lot more boyish

[Go meet the tall cutey]
//Text – This will make his face a lot more feminine

//Both lead to the same scene

Shrugging, you approach the human-faced minotaur. "Is this spot taken?" you ask out of courtesy.

"No," he says , looking away from you with a distant stare, before a little chuckle creeps up. "Pardon me – I couldn't help myself," he taps the empty seat right next to him, "It's all yours, friend."

"Well then," you sit down, offering him a handshake "I am [pc.name], [pc.championTitle]"

"Pleasure is all mine, [pc.mf|sir|miss] [pc.name]," he replies, shaking your arm with a relaxed grip that non the less packs some serious power behind it. "Likewise, my name is Yura, a mercenary for hire. A dishonest trade around these parts, but one that racked me with quite a bit of notoriety."

"Notoriety, hmmm? Never heard of you."

"Well, dear, you have to be in the know to know, you know?" he says in a tone that you can not get a grasp on. "[pc has done any of Calise quests| Alas, it seems that even I can not hope to match the buzz that is growing around you. The higher ups are certainly pleased by your recent success in cleaning up their mess."

"Really now?"

"The praise reached my ears, for what that's worth."

"Well, that's nice.| Though, I suppose bragging about something that is just one step removed from being a hulligan for hire doesn't really amount to much. But hey, it is a living."}

"Still, a mercenary? Part of any group?"

He shakes his head, "Currently on a solo endeavor, not that it means much these days. My station is no different than that of an everyday soldier on account of me being contracted by the local garrison."

"But work talk is so, so boring. How about we switch gears, hmmmm?" he says nonchalantly, readjusting in his seat as he orders another cup. "You came here for a friendly chat, so why don't we have one?

You suppose he has a point.

"So, you are a minotaur?" you ask.

Yura nods, combing through the long, golden locks that make up his hair: "That I am, dear. Northern one to be exact. Horns, hoofs and all.

{PC has met a northern Minotaur guy or has spoken to Kavi about her home| [pc.dcb|"Really now? The ones with giant, furry women?"

"Aha."

"Bullshit. Isn't your kind supposed to be a lot more puny then," you gesture your hand at him, "this?"


|"Really now? The ones with giant furry women and twinkish men?"

"Those ones, yes."

"I met some, and none of them grew as large as you."

|"Wow, what a surprise! Compared to the rest of the cuties I met, you are quite a big fella!"]

|"You are from the frozen planes? Shouldn't you be a lot smaller then?"}

"I am what one would call an anomaly," he hums, taking a sip of his milk as his eyebrows lay flat. "Most of our men are indeed a lot more compact, a lot more petite, and some say a lot more cute," he hand-waves that last comment off, "compared to what I have to offer. In the same vein that our southern cousins produce the short bull boys like the current prince, there are rare instances where big, pretty cowboys like me rise out of our frozen crib. No one knows why it happens – some dormant ancestral quirk would be my guess – but it does add to diversity if nothing else."

[hei.fem|"If it wasn't for your dainty profile and smaller frame, you would certainly fit right in with the rest of folk here."

"Oh, I know," Yura grins: "This pretty mug of mine certainly isn't lacking in admirers. From guys looking to experiment to older gals wanting to pinch my cheeks, I always provoke some kind of reaction."

|"If it wasn't for your face or your height deficit, one could mistake you for a local."

"I will take that as a compliment," Yura grins, "The way I see it: I possess the ever famous strength of the native brutes while not sacrificing the beautiful complexion of their women."]

"Self-fellating much?"

"If you think so," he shrugs, taking another sip. "I know how I look, and I see no harm stating it."

 

[Ace Hangman]

In short, with the absecnce or a real life editor, scope creep hit me likc a truck.

grumble grumble
You know... I am a real editor. The specific secret format or hoops they want may be nebulous for specific things... but you get what you pay for.
Also... I am purposefully not going to fix your quote above. OCD be damned. I am almost physically pained with these typos and grammar in one of my posts.
<--- this is a tongue sticking out at you emoji.

 

[Karakara]

grumble grumble
You know... I am a real editor. The specific secret format or hoops they want may be nebulous for specific things... but you get what you pay for.
Also... I am purposefully not going to fix your quote above. OCD be damned. I am almost physically pained with these typos and grammer in one of my posts.
<--- this is a tongue sticking out at you emoji.

I meant an IRL editos -- a life consultant if you will... Wait, that is actually what I meant.

 

[teawolf]

If you put the mino in a doc, I'd also be happy to take a look.

 

[Karakara]

If you put the mino in a doc, I'd also be happy to take a look.

Thank you! I plan to make the doc public once I finish it. Currently it is only 4000+ words long so having you, ace or anyone else kind enough to tread through my ESL attempts at english conveyence when it is not even that far gone just does not seem worth it.
Especially since, and I will be darned if I fail, I will try to publicly release this doc while keeping grammer in mind. No more will I suffer through the embarrassment of making first grade mistakes!

...hopefully.

 

[Karakara]

Well, I have been hiting my head for two days now as to how to write a character description. Going through old world clothes and trying to make them in a sensual but practical manner is such a pain in the bum.

Anyway, hi -- hows it going? Me? Doing bad, thanks for asking...

Yura is going at the glacial pace owing to the workload that my life has settle me with, but I am at 7000 words without having him balloon into something larger and more complicated. So yay!

Bellow are the excerts that finish his introduction.

[Himself]
"Tell me a little about yourself."

"My, such a fun topic to discuss," the [pc.heightRange 0 80|big guy|cowboy] says, circling his index finger around the edges of his cup. "So I come from the warmer, but still chilly, southern parts of the north. I am the second oldest sibling of six and the second largest. Only falling short of my sister Cupun, which figures. I may be big, but have you seen how big the women up there can get?"

"Quite big."

"Simple but apt assessment," he mopes in place, puckering his lips. "Never got quite big enough to really stick it to her when I had the chance.

"Anyway, what's weird is that in the beginning, I did not stand out much," he says, his
index finger tracing the outline of his short horn before ending up on his cheek. "I was just your average kid following the northern template. Yet as I was entertaining my thirteenth winter, my growth spurts started hitting. Going from being barely above average to this in a span of months was a shock to everyone. Well, everyone except ma. 'Your body just needed time to catch up to your spunky self,' she said, treating the whole ordeal as something she had foreseen. If true, good for her; everyone else, including me, needed time to adjust.

"Soon after, I started doing more womanly tasks fitting my new build – you know, hunting, gathering, fishing. That kind of stuff. First by accompanying mother and sister on their little field trips, having them showing me the ropes and then doing it alone. Through it all, my muscles grew till I was only behind my ma when it came to physical strength."

"You do not seem that strong," you reply, noting the difference between him and the rest of the bar patrons.

"Funny – that is the same thing my captain said," he huffs.

"[pc.isBimbo|Captain?|Do tell.]"

"[pc.isBimbo/Remember/I mean,] being a single mercenary wasn't always my way of doing things. I used to be conscripted by a certain mercenary group known as Gray Ribbon. An offshoot of old run by Lady Olivia, they were my first, succulent taste of living."

"Now hold on a sec[pc.isBimbo||ond]. How did you even find a mercenary group to join?"

"Now that is a story worthy of theatrics; unfortunately, I do not have enough space to perform them," he gestures at the growing crowd, "Maybe some other time."

[Men and Home]
"Can you tell me a little about what it is like to be a male up there?"

*I suppose I can," he replays, crossing his hooved legs, finger pointing at the wall across from him. "So the north isn't home to cities such as these. At most during especially cold winters, communities get formed out of multiple households – a female, her many males and their children – strung across a patch of land. The women are the breadwinners: they are the main hunters and the muscle, while men either assist them, take care of menial chores and kids or go fishing.

"Inside some harems, there is such a thing as the head husband, a pretty envious position. He is the second in command, he is the one that gets the privilege to lay on the woman's stomach and between her bosom – the most prestigious and comfiest of places as I have been told – and he is usually the prettiest out of the bunch. In others, men find themselves on a more equal footing, without much of a hierarchy present. That was the case in my family – all four of my dads were my mother's favorite."

"Four?"

"Yep," he nods, flicking through his hair. "In my neck of the woods, every man is considered one. To me – and to my siblings – my non-biological parents were as much a part of our life as the one whose blood we shared. They cared for us in the same way a father back here would care for his. Or better, judging by some," he softly 'coughs' into his closed fist, "quiet 'unfortunate' cases I have stumbled upon."

"Do men ever get jealous?"

"Hmmm," he mulls over your inquiry with a blank expression. "In some cases – in the same way siblings fight over who will be their mommy's dearest – yes. But I never met or heard of an instance that evolved past a minor squabble. For you must remember, to coexist in a harem is a choice you make with your own free will – well, most of the time. Those men choose to follow, to compete for admiration of their one partner. At worst, they will receive love from some of the most gorgeous women on this side of the continent, while being kept safe, warm and fed. A position that is hard to come by up there – or down here – even in the most ideal conditions. Plus, being surrounded by boys famed for their cooperation and beauty…" he stops, his eyes flickering a little as if not wanting to spoil the fun. "You know the rest."

"Interesting," you reply, noting the slight raspiness in his voice.

"Of course, what I spoke about here is a 'traditional' family structure. There are plenty of outliers. From married couples following monogamous values to men getting married off to outsiders. All the wonderful things I am not a part of."

"Why is that?"

"Cons of the trade," he says, taking another sip. "The last time I went back home was over four years ago. By the looks of it, another will be added to that total.

[Next]
//Opens up when all the talk options are exhausted

As you try to think of another subject to breach, Yura lifts his hand to call on the bartender. "Vitra, would you be a dear and hand me the tab?"

"Oh, finished already?" [vitra.fucked/your lover/[vitra.met/your gal pal/the salamander]] says, [vitra.met/giving you a little wink before] taking all of the empty cups before putting the recite to the side. "Honestly, if it wasn't for you and your excessive need for milk, I would have taken it off the menu a long time ago."

"Then all I can say is that I appreciate the gesture," Yura replies, winking at her, "I am not sure which cowgirl you work with, but, mmmm, it tastes like I am drinking it from the tap."

"Then maybe I should introduce you to your benefactor," she smiles, before waving you both off.

"So you like milk?" you ask.

"Oh, I adore it," he says without hesitation. "With breakfast, just by itself, alone or in company, I just can't get enough of it."

"[pc.dcb|Tsk, no wonder you have gotten so big. All that dairy consumption needed to go somewhere.|Maybe that is the reason why you have gotten so big?|Well, mothers do say that milk makes for big, strong boys."]

"If so, then that is even more of an incentive to continue to enjoy it," he quips back. "Anyway, how about you and I take this conversation outside."

"Why?"

"Too many prying ears. You never know who may be listening in," he hums. Turning his whole body around ninety degrees, he, for the first time since you sat down, looks you square in the eyes. "Before you came in, I was just about readying to leave," he adds, nudging his head towards the barely visible exit owing to the now bustling crowd. "What do you say – friend? Would you be willing to accompany me on my way to my quarters?"

[Yes] [No]

[Yes]

"[pc.isBimbo|Sure!Why not,]" you sit up. "Lead the way."

"Great," he says before moving over to the exit with you close behind.

Once outside, you take a deep whiff of the underground air, while Yura allocates his soldiers. "Ufff, this is just what I needed. Gazing at the open cityscape is such a nice change of pace compared to the enclosed environment, don't you agree?"

"Sure."

"Honestly, being all lonesome in there really dampened my mood, so thank you for keeping me company all through the [daynight]," he adds, finishing his stretching and adjusting his clothes.

"What were you even doing back?"

"I was waiting for someone; they never came," he says, taking his first step down the street with you next to him.

"May I ask who that someone is?"

"Oh, acquaintances of mine. Partners of sorts."

"[pc.isBimbo|Partners, hmmm?|What kind of partners?]"

"Working partners," he utters in a dismissively sarcastic tone, rolling his eyes as far as his skull allows. "Guys. Lads of the similar trade. Someone I work with… I know where we are, but jezz."

"Now aren't you being a tad overactive?"

"Uhh, excuse me," he hums, chuckling to himself while a few drunken passengers pass you by, blowing you both flirtatious whistles. "I just don't know where to start."

"[pc.dcb|If you don't want to talk, fine.|If you are not up to it, we can change the subject.|Oh, are you uncomfortable?]"

"Oh, it's not that big of a deal – uh, pardon me," he softly says, moving little to the side to allow two mino girls – close "friends" it seems with how touchy they are being – pass between the two of you. "See, the life I lead is quite a cutthroat one. You either die young or accumulate enough wealth before you do; on the bright side, you are in charge of who you work under, and by extension, whose boot you chose to lick. Perfect for a vagabond like me," he sights. "It is also a job that makes the militant types bristle with ire and irritation."

"And what is the cause of such strife?"

"Something about not being loyal to the "flag" or to a "country" just ruffles their skirts. Their whole 'in the name of a king' is just not the phrase I jive with," he replies matter-of-factly, whipping his hands around his narrow waist. "The way I see it, there is only you and your loved ones. I do not waste my time staking my name on nebulous concepts such as 'belonging to a collective" and 'honor and valor.' As long as I am provided with compensation, I will continue to work."

"Oh, I see what you are getting at."

"Yep," he gives you an understanding, if annoyed nod while puffing his chest. "Look, one of the reasons I took up the station of an honorary soldier is because I like money. With their dwindling supply of men, the Khor'minos were offering anyone capable a pretty penny. So really now, if there's anyone they should blame, it should be their own incompetence at combating the devilish menace– don't you agree?"

[No] [Yes]

Have a nice day.