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Into the North (Writing Excerpt)

by JK Pounding

(18+ for implied language)

Cuu-ryiel stalked his office examining his ports anchor detail with a heated gaze. Since the last deal trade, he had less to do and more time on his hands. There were only so much the people of Sunspire could satisfy him than and with as many as he had swabbing him; the pirate lord knew he needed something different. Something wild.

The arrival for the new boat to the harbor was something that Cuu-Ryiel knew he couldn’t of missed but he wasn’t prepared for that. When Cuu-ryiel finally saw the magnificent length of the glorious war vessel; he became weak in the knees. The ship alone caused the man to stumble finally succumbing to his new desire for something different.

Valenhar Longschlong was that something different. The way the Valajar’s glorious beard and smile made the Trade Lord Giddy. He had to impress this new captain at any costs but how! How could he know the secret of this man’s kilt and adoring gaze.  

“Are you Cuu-Ryriel?” Longschlong muttered at the kneeling pirate as he strode down his ship confidently. Without thinking, Valenhar turned around giving a playful wink “Or are you just admiring my rudders.”

Cuu-Ryriel felt it a little painful to sit up after that remark.

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Midnight Reading

Throwing another log into the fire, Ilyea casually skipped back to the side of her bed as another laugh spilled forward from her mouth. “No fair, Aurora! We did agree that I’d do the voices of all the male characters if we were to do this but you had to pick the one where there is nothing but male characters!” The mage huffed moving some of the papers aside to sit close to the Shadow walker.

“Well, if there are any female voices I’ll gladly voice them but you have to keep up your part of the deal.” The white haired rogue chuckled holding up the offered page for her to read.

“You had to pick this one? Are you trying to make me blush?” Ilyea groaned and then exploded into another fit of giggles. She reached over and grabbed a cup of coffee that had been sitting on the side table when they had started their nocturnal readings sipping the luke warm liquid as she began.

“Cuu-ryiel” Ilyea begran gruffly trying to imagine her best impersonation of Cuu-ryiel’s face she could come up with. It happened to work best with a lot frowning and folding her arms. To be fair her expression could be interchanged with Valenhar as well.  

“You silly girl. Who are you trying to be?” Aurora chuckled trying his best to keep quiet within the barracks. It was after bed time where a majority of the servants and other Scions had gone to sleep so it was the best time for these little midnight readings.

“My impression of Valenhar, I think I need bigger eye brows and to frown a bit more.” Ilyea admitted, her voice drawing low so that she could whisper read to him. “Stop trying to make me laugh though, it doesn’t work if you work to make me giggle all the time.”

Aurora leaned forward and kissed the temple of the mage as she settled down next to him attempting to read the passage again.

“Cuu-Ryiel” She started again, gravely and short with her best impression of Valenhar still on their minds. “Will I need an entire crew to raise my flags or do I get the best pirate in Sunspire port to raise them himself?.” Valenhar whispered to the kneeling lord, running his fingers through his black hair away from his horns.”Ilyea breathed trying her best to recite it without laughing too hard.

“But Valenhar, the Viking of my heart. You know that I can be more than enough for you. Let me show you that these horns are not just for decoration. He growled” Ilyea spoke in a lower monotone for the other Cuu-Ryiel’s portion within the book. Her voice slipping an octave lower for a gravely effect.

Aurora could barely keep it together before he started to laugh. It didn’t take long for Ilyea to join him as he began.  

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Writing Excerpt: Demy’s House of Spanxcakes

by JK Pounding

Bedrana craweled over the ridge, a loney growl deep in her throat. She had heard of a secret place that could lay out all things of buttery soft and sausage length but she wasn’t quite sure how to repeat it. 

The woman knew it wasn’t by the ports because the pirate king had turned down her rather generous deal. 

She had tried the prime directive of love but was chased down for it wasn’t the time. 

But there was a whisper, a hint of a sexy guide that could show her the way to her heart. 

Glancing around the area, Bedrana slid down and placed her under garment towards the entrance of a bush. It was only moments until the roguish Perv, Dances with Skirts appeared. 

“Oh Fair sexy one.” Bedrana purred trying her best to appeal to the man of ill repute. “Please show me the way that I desire.”

“Don’t believe all that hear about me.” Dances muttered picking up the garment and placing it within his collection. 

“Can you not show me the way to the breastfast special? The one of the salted long meats and hard eggs?” Bedrana moaned, again trying to appeal to the man. 

“The one that is open all night?” He cooed in her direction motioning with his hand towards his alcove in the bush.

Bedrana daintly stepped inside and marveled at the house within view becoming clearer and clearer. 

“Demy’s House of Spanxcakes.”

“I wonder if they’ll have take out” Bedrana gasped. 

(Mentions: @phlareshadowdancer @sedrana @roewyn and for those that love it @zaderick @velerodra @aranyaphoenix @kurel-andiel @kerrwynn ))

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