The Syncharion Ascendance RP (Floozer, Khorne)
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"Right..."
Eventually, they reach the arena, and end up waiting in line for nearly fifteen minutes before they reach the desk.
The rather stressed-looking succubus looks up at Khorvis. Her eyes fall on Phorsaal, standing behind him. "Name and age of your slave?" She asks, her eyebrows slightly raised.
Eventually, they reach the arena, and end up waiting in line for nearly fifteen minutes before they reach the desk.
The rather stressed-looking succubus looks up at Khorvis. Her eyes fall on Phorsaal, standing behind him. "Name and age of your slave?" She asks, her eyebrows slightly raised.
"The fuck?" She looks up at Khorvis. "Err... You sure? He looks like he's 25 or something..." She mutters, raising an eyebrow.
"Hence the beard, hon. Makes me look older than I am." He says, winking.
"Uhh... Okay... How long have you had him for?" The succubus asks.
"Hence the beard, hon. Makes me look older than I am." He says, winking.
"Uhh... Okay... How long have you had him for?" The succubus asks.
Klaus speaks, hesitant with the concept. "I am with the Benakal, but am not loyal to them. I come from a realm called Syncharion, and I planned on going back and seeking refuge back where I once lived, hiding from their demands. However, whatever sense of morality I didn't know I had started getting on my case, telling me that I should at the very least give the Lizans they seek a word of warning. True, I do have slaves back home, safe from the turmoil here and there, and happy and comfortable in the safety of my home. But yes, they're there as slaves, even if happy slaves at that. I extend an offer to hide you with them, though that would require some form of contract. If not, I can walk away, and you two can try and avoid them on your own."
"Huh. Still longer than some people here have had theirs... Okay, uh... I suppose that's it. Welcome to the very first tournament of the arena, here's your stamp." She says, taking Khorvis' wrist and pressing her thumb down on it, which makes the symbol of crossed swords appear. "Next!" She calls out.
"No turmoil here. We live happy lives. Why should we come with you?" The Lizan grunts, raising an eyebrow.
"No turmoil here. We live happy lives. Why should we come with you?" The Lizan grunts, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure, but just how happy will it be once the Benakal swarms these forests in influx? My home is comfortable, with companions to share, and no risk of ending up like the fellow in the clearing." Klaus gestures again to the third Lizan regretfully. "There's no need to hunt or fight for your next meal, but the option is still there should it please you. And the food, I don't suppose you two have ever eaten anything besides meat or vegetables? My gosh, you two have never even heard of ice cream, have you?" He dramatizes, getting a better look at the female Lizan to see if she fits the short or curvy description.
She's crouching, so he can't exactly get a good estimate of her height, but she certainly fits the curvy description, with a nice toned rear and thighs, and breasts that would be about a D-cup filling out the strap she wears.
"If Benakal come, we kill them. They no take over forest if Naakir, Marrok, and Kalshin fight together." He says, nodding.
"If Benakal come, we kill them. They no take over forest if Naakir, Marrok, and Kalshin fight together." He says, nodding.
"But what if there's no forest left to defend? One person alone could so easily set it ablaze with the slight of hand. Imagine an army of them. No number of Naakir, Marrok, or Kalshin could put a fire like that out, no matter how united they may be." Klaus says.
The Lizan snorts. "Does wood here look dead and dry to you? Look!" He says, pointing at a tree. Klaus can see that all the nearby tires are young and healthy, and would take a long time to burn up, which would actually give the reptiles enough time to stop the fire.
"Indeed!" He says, grinning. "Although... Where am I gonna sleep tonight?" He muses, raising an eyebrow.
"Indeed!" He says, grinning. "Although... Where am I gonna sleep tonight?" He muses, raising an eyebrow.
"Weeeelll I don't mind sharing with sexy ladies. Although there may be some... Difficulty in adjusting." He says, winking at her and patting his crotch.
"Well then sure, not one person alone, but imagine hundreds all spouting fire in every direction. You saw how easily the one Lizan went down. It took one fireball, and I'm hardly the strongest of them, either." Klaus looks like he's ready to walk off. "If you're all so unconvinced, I'm inclined to leave, if you don't mind. Or, would you rather hear about the magic lands where I come from, Syncharion?"
The Lizans look at each other, then the male lowers his bow a little, leaving the arrow pointed at Klaus' leg. "Tell us about your land." He says.
"Er... I'd stick with a regular bed or couch for now. Oh! How about I sleep with that little imp on the couch, and you take miss Ay- Uh... Felicia and that orc girl... Er... What was her name... Jolen? To the bed." He says, raising his eyebrows.
He chuckles. "In that case, I'm sleeping with and fucking your imp. While you fuck the orc and my English teacher." He grins, then tilts his head. "Say... You don't think she'd let me fuck her, do you? I've been fantasising about it for quite a while. And now that we're in Sin City... Let the sins be committed, right?" He says, an evil grin on his face.
"Yeah I know. I'm just reserving my place in line. You know... I'm sure she's got an inner slut hidden in there somewhere. Just need the right ways to get it out." He says, winking.
He's quiet for a while. "Hmm... Well we've never talked about sexual kinks, obviously, but... I'm guessing... Bit of subby play, not too extreme, Er... Voyeurism, probably... Hmm... Maybe a bit of assplay." He muses, his eyes narrowed to slits as he thinks.