[h1][color=red][u]Fenix "Blyze" Lyranis                                                         [/u][/color][/h1][indent][h3][color=red]Location: Vrondi Castle, aboard the Fotian Airship[/color][/h3][/indent][indent][indent][h3][color=red]Interacting With: [@Rai][/color][/h3][/indent][/indent]

Fenix had a day, but what made it all better was the night that followed. The airship flew through the skies towards Vrondi Castle and on the way he had the fortune of meaning two lovely ladies by the names of Rena and Lorain and as luck would have it they took a bit of a liking to him. One perk of being a Fotian was the liberating freedom that the kingdom embraced and that includes the free act of love. With the flirtations going splendidly and the following acts going better yet he was treated to an active night with plenty of loud noises and quiet the mess to deal with in the morning as he opened his groggy eyes. To his right was Rena, the beautiful warrior woman who brought the same vigor she has in battle as in bed it would seem. Mostly due to the fact that he may have some claw marks on his back well into the coming week. Then turning to his left he say Lorain, the dexterous preforming who's flexibility shattered all realm of normal human reaches. The positions they had... no experience will ever be as adventurous.

Though as he looked at the beauties he made the mistake of looking at the time. The ship had landed and the royals were just beginning to make their escape to solid ground. That in turn meant he'd have to leave, though it would be such a shame to leave these blessings to the world of beauty without saying goodbye and so he remained in bed with them, curling around to Rena and running a hand down her naked frame, giving her neck a subtle kiss that had proven enough to stir her from sleep. [color=red]"You wake my bedroom warrior..."[/color] He whispered out to her returning senses.

Though before long he was the victim of a foreign touch as Lorain had stirred as well, running her arms over his sore shoulders. [color=#FE642E]"And you as well my champion..."[/color] she said at first, but looking to the clock she let out a sigh, [color=#FE642E]"I wish you could stay... I want more..."[/color] She finished, running her soft and tender hands across his body.

[color=red]"I know and I wish I could spend the rest of the week here, but I have an audience to meet."[/color] Fenix started to say, turning to face Lorain and return the exploratory favor. Though before long he had to rise from the bed, [color=red]"I do hope to see the both of you among those crowds. In fact I'll be offended if you aren't there... Can you promise me that much?"[/color] He posed to the pair. Rena nodded and firmly gripped his hind end, again asserting a almost pathological need to assert some level of strength, but he kinda enjoyed that about her. Lorain on the other hand chimed up to say, [color=#FE642E]"You have my word..."[/color]

From that point on he had gotten dressed in those damned layers given to him by the Fotian royals. So stuffy and constricting, but it was what he had to deal with when dealing with such crowds. Taking his peace from the beauties in his room he began to walk through the halls of the airship to the offloading stairs that let him set foot into a grand and beautiful castle that much like all the others he ran across on the way to here, was made to embody beauty. As great and true as the Fotian people and world is, it is still a great and wide world with such varied wonders.

Fenix had missed the first part of the meet which appeared to be just winding up some possible tensions as well as greetings and that was ok in his books. He was a racer and all this racial, political, and warring friction was a foreign and somewhat bothersome topic for him. Not that he couldn't follow it, just that he wasn't a fan of such underhanded actions. Why not settle things with simple tests of ability like running. Though as things wound down quiet quickly he looked to see the great gates of Castle Vrondi open up and reveal the interior hall that was to hold the host of guests. The music, the food, the architecture, the diversity, and of course the great diversity of women, were all wonderful things to his various senses. Treating himself to a few delicacies and indulging himself of the foreign culture he made his presence know around the hall, introducing himself to royals, nobles, and all the other attendants while also greeting those who recognized him at a glance. Many of whom were Fotians, but the championship title travels across the world, so many others from different kingdoms saw fit to let him join their royal parties. Funny how far a simple thing like a title goes.

At that stage the party had evolved from a simple gathering to a show as a woman dressed with scant leaves and vines that left nothing to the imagination did wonders with seeds and vines, turning the stage into a work of art in motion, not to mention showing off her own artistic body. Barely able to take his eyes off of Luxia he was only able to break contact when approached by a few individuals who recognized him. Though through it all he couldn't help but think constantly about his internal dislike for these stacked garments. And while it would be rude to spur a gift, he figured it wouldn't be so bad to shed at least the jacket and perhaps the vest... So in that moment he started to undress after taking to a less filled corner, in the hopes of not being mistaken for a male stripper. Leaving himself garbed in only his split vest, showing off his toned chest and arms to all onlookers, carrying his jacket under his left arm. Now this was his kind of place. Finally comfortable and still among all the wonders of a foreign gathering.