Hot Steamy Ride

[Pyramus216]

Pyramus216 HP: 100% MP: 100%

He’d not run into one yet. He’d, since picking himself up and diligently getting accustomed to his new form, been to many areas throughout the Greater Londinium Region, or so he called the larger expanse of areas around the central city of Londinium. Yet, despite having scoured much of the Windsor Greatwoods, hunting for unsuspecting slimes, he had yet met one. How was it even possible? Sure, they were significantly rarer in a game than they would be in reality, but there had to still be some. At this rate, finding one would be harder than obtaining a rare drop.

He was, of course, talking about the rare creature known as a female. Why was it that every human being and demi human alike he had met so far in his continued existence in the Unfounded Kindom had a Y chromosome? The weapon merchant was male. The waiter at the café was male. The goddamn flowershop owner was male! Was the concept of an opposite gender removed in the latest patch or something? At this rate, his newly reforged perfect, sparkling body would be wasted on this bloody sausage fest. Slowly, he was suffering from flirting withdrawal symptoms, surprising since he hadn’t actually spoken to another human being for about a year before the “Apocolypse”. But it was different here. He was no longer the empty shell he had descended to after the tragedy that befell him. He was Pyramus, the legendary lover, a mirror of his former self reborn from the flames. And what was a lover, without a beloved? Certainly, by that logic, he was not yet complete until he found someone to press his affections on.

“Well, that’s just wishful thinking. Nothing around these parts but phony Casanovas and basement Romeos.”

Pyramus mused to himself, strolling down the emerald plains of the Windsor Greatwoods. He wasn’t there to slaughter dozens of unsuspecting slimes, as you usually would, though. The scenery in the Windsor Greatwoods was breathtaking and vast, ranging from rolling hills to dense arboreal gardens. Sometimes he liked just taking a stroll in the wilderness and not be swinging his starter spear around. Certainly, if it was possible, he’d love to lie down on the soft grass and just spend an afternoon reading a novel or writing some poetry. But that was a form of entertainment that he had lost in the apocalypse. Of course, he was having enough fun slashing at fierce boars but some more lax luxury was comforting every now and then. The area he was in was a large expanse, similar to a prairie. It didn’t have a distinct path but it was much easier to stroll in then oscillating terrain or a maze of wood and leaves.

“Ah, speaking of wood, maybe I should work on my woodcrafter class. Do some carving maybe? I’d like to make myself a weapon one day, but I’ll need to raise my skills first…”

Thus, the Samurai began to head for the nearest forest, taking out his little carving knife with him.

OOC NOTES: Mikoto
WC: 508 

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Mikoto]

"HAH!"

The sound of thundering hooves echoed across the rolling hills of the Windsor Greatwood. The bay colored beast's coat shining with sweat as its rider forced its beleaguered body onward. Its breath loud in its chest as it carried its rider with haste along the ridge way. it had no name. Its rider had not decided on one for it yet. As to the present moment the creature had only proven to his master that it was a coward. Frightened by small animals and prone to throwing her off and making haste for whatever safety it could find.

His rider was a small female in comparison. A guardian in gear with the cavalier subclass by just how early she had a mount. Low levels like her, her gear gave her away, didn't have mounts unless they were cavaliers. Like the stallions mane, tail and foot fringe her golden blonde hair streamed behind them as he charged onward. This was how she exercised the massive brute. He was not yet ready to be taught to fight like the proud war horse he would become. No, their bond was not strong enough yet. For now she could simply indulge him in hard rides and working on his agility and handling.

"HAH! FASTER!"

Her voice cut the air as they stormed onwards down the ridge line. Up ahead she could make out the silhouette of another person. They were closing fast on this person and soon she could tell it was another adventurer. Urging the glistening steed off the winding pathway she and her mount streak past as clods of earth fly from its hooves. Standing up yet bent forward in the stirrups, with her butt in its rough riding breaches for all to see, she squints as the digital wind raced past. Ahead she could just make out a small body of water. She would rest her mount there and grant him sometime to graze and water himself while she took the time to think on a name for him.

WC: 339

[Pyramus216]

Pyramus216 HP: 100% MP: 100%

The sound of thundering hooves caught Pyramus’ attention. A quick glance revealed the source: Some sort of creature, probably a horse, galloping through the emerald hills. It wasn’t actually approaching him, particularly, rather than racing about within his line of vision and hearing. However, caution was never an enemy and the possibility of an attack rose in the Samurai’s mind. He couldn’t make out the rider at the moment, but it could be anything, including a brave and ambitious player killer. And brave he would have to be, as well as foolish, since Pyramus wasn’t going to go down without a prolonged altercation. In one swift, fluid motion, the Amateur Warrior pocketed the dull carving knife and flourished his best, and only, weapon. Muscles tensed and pointy stick prepped, the fighter paid close attention to the movements of the horseman.

Fortunately, his caution seemed to be for naught as the dust clouds formed by stomping legs never turned towards him. As it seemed, the cavalry wasn’t interested in his presence and was simply riding around the vast lands of the Windsor Greatwoods. With wariness out of the way, other emotions such as curiosity were allowed entry into Pyramus’ mind. His body relaxed and he began staring at the passing by stampede as an interesting phenomenon rather than a possible threat, though he didn’t let go of his handy spear yet. Considering that someone had to be riding the horse, as well as the silhouette of a humanoid figure on top, he surmised that the rider had to be either an adventurer or a person of the land. If it was an adventurer, the question of how he had obtained a steed rose dramatically. Such a handy partner in battle would no doubt be hard to acquire under normal circumstances, especially considering how low leveled most of the players should be at first. Pyramus knew that there was a cavalier class but whether or not the subclass came with a horse bundled up like some sort of department store special sale was unknown to him. Standing still, Pyramus observed the bay colored beast with mild interest.

Soon though, he wasn’t staring with nonchalant curiosity but gawking at the sight, wide-eyed and unnerved. Atop the galloping steed was a woman. Her body, dressed in rough riding breaches and starter gear, leaning towards some sort of guardian class, leaned precariously forward as she handled her agile chariot across the bare plains. Gazing at her mere presence arouse Pyramus’ poetic faculties. From nowhere but the most romantic depths of his heart, verse shot out like a revitalized fountain, returned to former glory after years of dry, brittle inactivity. Even now, lines flowed in desperate attempt to express the emotions that the young man felt as he peered at the rider’s pretty face.


Girl in Breaches


Galloping past on a swift, agile mare,
She brings relief to a poor, starving heart.
Light blue eyes, pouty lips, and golden hair,
Her beauty, unmatched, inspires my art.

By Pyramus216

Granted, it wasn’t the best poetry he had ever written but he took slight pride in its instantaneous creation. It was the first time since he had set foot in the foreign land known as the Unfounded Kingdom- No, the first time for years, that he had encountered a female. The sudden meeting after all that time had an effect akin to dropping an ocean on a scorching desert. His heart was set aflutter with indescribable emotion and butterflies. Just as Sujata’s gruel tasted like heaven to Buddha, the anonymous rider seemed a goddess among men. Yes, that’s right, he didn’t know her name. As he was standing there gawking and composing verse, she was literally riding away. He should-no, he must speak to her.

“Excuse me! Hold up!”

With enthusiasm, Pyramus raised his voice, hopefully loudly enough so that the mystery girl could hear him from the distance and over the thundering hooves of her steed. He began to jog towards her, or rather in the general direction of her horse. She seemed to be headed towards a nearby stream of water, and the warrior thought it wise to march towards that spot.

OOC NOTES: 80% of the time spent on this post was alloted towards the poem.
WC: 696
Tags: Mikoto

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Mikoto]

“Excuse me! Hold up!”

The words had come through the drumbeats of the unnamed steeds hooves. She did not stop however as the mount beneath her surged forward. If the owner of the voice, she presumed the adventurer they'd blown past on the path, wished to speak to her he could come to the stream side.

Upon her arrival and subsequent dismounting of the puffing steed she ran a hand over the heaving sides of the mighty beast. Removing its saddle, blanket and bit she piles them up as the mount walked off the stand ankle deep in the stream. Taking a seat on her jumble of mountings she eases her sword from her belt and her shield from her arm. Both were the newbie beginner garbage. The shield had had color to it once, likely long ago, but now was nothing but a constant reminder that her gear was trash and would need replacing sooner rather than later. Her blade, a ragged edged long sword, bore the signs of numerous repairs and a long service history. And while they were nothing but digital tools, or they had been rather, they told a story. Unlikely though it was the two pieces worked to keep her safe when she hunted. They gave her a fang to tear open her detractors and a wall to rebuff their assaults. Still though, the tools she did her struggling with would need replacing sooner rather than later.

Wincing slightly as the oversized greaves, the boots not her riding pants, bit into her body. These and the rest of her armor would need a massive overhaul soon as well. Undoing the straps that held the armor to her lower legs she places them beside her before opening her menu and storing them within the mysterious confines of a digital inventory that did and did not exist at the same time. It was a weird state in which to live. Here they were living within the game, the database, and were forced to fight like they would if this was reality but at the same time they had access to the in game functions they had come to expect from it. They had their inventories, most had barely anything in them as they'd not gone out and started fighting for a way out, and they had the abilities granted to them by class and sub-class.

Looking towards her stallion as it splashed about in the stream she removes her confining breast plate. It was the only piece of armor tight on her. Her chest was not massive, in fact it may have been bellow average, so it did not have anything to do with that. The metal plating was just too small for her but she made due with it. Off in the distance she could just make out the sounds of approaching footsteps. Soon she'd have company but she did not rise, not yet, no she'd leave that for if the coming footfalls continued towards her.

WC: 501

[Pyramus216]

Pyramus216 HP: 100% MP: 100%

“Ignored? Or did she not hear me?”


Pyramus muttered as he watched the girl zoom past without so much as glancing at him. He wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t able to catch his exclamations over the thundering of her horse’s march, especially considering the distance between them. Unfortunately, if he did go unnoticed, he’d have no chance of keeping up with a galloping mare in order to chase after his new-found affection. Should he run after her, hoping to continue barely keeping up long enough for her to eventually stop? Awaken his inner tracker abilities and steadily walk, following the beaten dirt path that the mare would inevitably leave behind? Or perhaps give up and find solace simply in knowing that there are human beings in the Unfounded Kingdom that had a pair of X chromosomes? No, how could he possibly give up after such a miraculous encounter? No matter what, he should march on like a man, unafraid of wasting time or energy for his desired goal.


Luckily though, Pyramus never had to make the decision as soon enough the distant gallop ended, not died out from being too far to hear but stopped after a decelerating tempo. From the time it took and the dust cloud remaining in the horizon, Pyramus estimated that they must’ve stopped at the stream that he had spotted earlier. That or the girl had attempted a hazardous leap over the body of water, failed, and was now in desperate need of saving. Either way, it was in his best interests to hurry on over there before she either finished her break and left or drowned to death.


Keeping a firm grip on his spear, Pyramus trotted over to his desired location, somewhat jogging swiftly but not rushing into a full-on sprint. He didn’t want to show up sweating and disheveled after all. Perhaps one of the Samurai’s greatest regrets about his character creation was choosing the spear as his primary weapon. Not because it was a bad weapon or hard to use, but because it was damn inefficient to carry. Its length made it impossible to keep in a sheath like a sword and lord forbid if he tried to strap it on his back, as taking it out would be the second hardest and most inefficient task, right beneath to not dying while you did so. Instead, he’d have to carry it with his own two hands, dragging it from location to location. He’d happily switch his weapon of choice to a sword if not for that fact that one of his few current skills, Spear Break, only works with Spears. At these low-levels, every skill counted so he couldn’t risk throwing one away for the comfort of a blade on his belt.


While he crossed the plains before the stream, Pyramus took great care to mend his physical aesthetics. He didn’t have a comb on hand, but three fingers made a decent substitute for brushing his shiny, golden hair. Hair check! His armor… wasn’t exactly attractive but it fits the scenario. Clothes check! Of course, it was unnecessary to even mention his immaculately perfect body that would make Greek statues pale in comparison. Body check! Finally, and most important of all, he still had his killer smile that can make any woman swoon. Everything’s good. Battle preparations are complete.


Once his preparations were complete, the Samurai hastily continued towards the stream. Surely enough, once he was close enough, he saw the girl seated upon a stack of belongings by the stream side while her trusty steed splashed about in the clear water. Now that he was closer, he could better make out her features. She had a sort of royal air about her, akin to that of a melancholic princess. While her face didn’t exactly fit modern day standards of gorgeousness, she was still very pretty, almost reminiscent of a doll. And behind her soft, regal looks, Pyramus spotted her captivating eyes, sharp and confident. It was like peering at surreal painting. Yosh, now was the time to act!


“Good day, miss. How are you?” Pyramus greeted, flashing his signature smile, as he approached the girl.


He had heard that in certain cultures that it was impolite to enter a room standing up when the people inside the room were sitting, as one would be looming over and looking down upon the people inside the room. That said, it’d look pretty pathetic if Pyramus crawled over to the mystery girl, so instead he kept an appropriate distance until she rose, so that the difference in their current heights wouldn’t be so apparent.


“I couldn’t help but spot your magnificent steed over there,” he started, motioning to the quadrupedal beast. “and became curious after seeing its swift gallop. May I ask where you acquired such a rare animal? I wasn’t aware that horses were that easily attainable.”


Alright, so far so good. Act natural, don’t let her catch on to your real motives just yet…


"Oh, yes. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Pyramus, adventurer like you… or so I presume. Pleasure meeting you.”

OOC NOTES: 
WC: 853

Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Mikoto]

Rising as he greeted her she smiles slightly at his rather forward greeting. A commoner, she could tell this by his speech, but she had to give him credit for trying to be posh at least. He quickly moved on to talking about her horse. And while her unnamed cowardly steed was a sight to see at such low levels it did chance a bit on the rude side. He quickly moved to his main interest in her steed. The ever popular question of how she had obtained a steed so early in her game. Before she could answer his question and rebuff his final statement on the ease of obtainability of a mount he'd moved on once more.

"Oh, yes. I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Pyramus, adventurer like you… or so I presume. Pleasure meeting you.” The introduction, despite being late, was not followed by a bow or extension of a hand. Truly this man before her was a commoner. And while she'd received her education with well off commoners they'd had the decency, no foresight, to learn etiquette and manners. This man, Pyramus, betrayed his low blood status rather openly despite his attempts at being a gentleman. She couldn't however expect every soul she ran across to be of proper manners and form. There were few examples of them but even those of blue blood sometimes lacked the basic manners and form. They were... how to put it? The BLACK SHEEP of her social world. The ones that everyone was aware of but never spoke of directly. Names were never mentioned. If this man before her was in fact gentry he was one of those people.

Quietly her left hand, her right was closest to her weapon and her dominant hand, rose up in front of her palm down and fingers slightly bent to ease their grasping. "A pleasure Mr.Pyramus. I am Mikoto a guardian," she began softly while keeping her hand extended for him to kiss, "My steed, you see, is a boon granted to me by the cavalier subclass as I am far too low leveled to have access to a mount whistle by any means." Her hand remained where it was as she waited for him to bend to kiss it. Her light blue eyes locked to his without a single hint of her intentions as a gentle breeze stirred the loose strands of hair that framed her face. She would not keep her hand out like this for much longer. Things would terribly awkward from that point forward though. Pushing one of the strands back behind her ear she keeps her eyes locked on his trying to discern any intentions from them. She'd seen nothing in his eyes thus far but that didn't mean he didn't have ulterior motives.

That seemed to be a thing that the majority of the young men she'd met or been introduced to thus far in her life. They all wanted something from her. Most wanted the distinction of marrying a Hockaday. Others wanted access to the massive inheritance that would be hers upon the death of her parents. Some wanted a familial link to her fathers company so as to secure a working relationship between their own family business and hers. She didn't trust most people due to these experiences and she carried that lack of trust over into the Elder Tales game world as well. People always wanted something it was just the task of deciphering what it was.

WC: 586
((Claimed to this post 8/18/15))