@Noblebandit@Dark Cloud@AzureKnight@FrogRFlowR@Rune_AlchemistSkarsneek of the Red HillFrom the corner of his eyes and ears, Skarsneek caught something approaching fast and idly reached for his weapon. Then just moments, the new presence made itself known.
At first, he had assumed it was a harpy or those winged mamono's but when wings unfolded alongside the dress, Skarsneek blinked a few times to really confirm it.
It was an Angel, an Angel of Eros in fact.
Well, then again, if it's anyone that would do their damndest in repairing human and mamono relationship, it certainly would be Eros. Skarsneek rolled his shoulders at that.
@WanderingDragon@HammermanWhich was why when the skeptical comments came, Skarsneek was befuddled and confused. Did they not know who Eros was?
"...Are you blind? He's an angel of Eros, the Goddess of Love. You know, THE most revered known Goddess and also the only Goddess that even anti-mamono humans allow worship? Also the one that openly gives blessing to Mamono couples? " He emphasized each point with a wave of his hands before giving a glance towards Cambriel and turned back to the party.
"Okay, him being a male is also a weird question but he's still a representative of Eros.""Now, if he's a representative of the Chief God instead..." Skarsneek grinned ferally before gesturing a thumb over his neck and dragging it across. Sharper eyes would also note that his thumb was clamped between the index and middle finger. A gesture that only Zipangese would recognize.
"Well, you know.""But good to have an angel for this mission will be great!" Skarsneek even bowed his head deeply at that before promptly pushing responsibilities onto the angel. That way, it'll leave him free to interact and do other...liberating options.
" We'll leave all the diplomacy to you then." "By the way, why were you late? Your kind rarely does-" Skarsneek asked before tilting his head and giving a truly large Cheshire grin.
"Ah~, I know, the choirs were hesitant to let you go? So they wanted you to make them sing and praise Eros first, hmm, yeah, I totally get it then. It's all good!"After all, the only male angel amongst the pantheon of female angels? The angels had to be idiots to not indulge themselves.
Then Skarsneek put an arm around him, ignoring his clear discomfort as he whispered to him quietly.
"By the way, did you do Goddess Eros as well? How was it?"But before his question could be answered, Skarsneek nose picked a scent. One that had him immediately snapped to attention as it was brought in by the breeze. It wasn't unpleasant, but nor was it a good one.
After all, that scent brought in a rise in blood flow, excitement and lust. Usually, a good time for all.
But in the same vein, at least for Skarsneek, that was the scent of
competition as he unintentionally snarled at that.
It was more hostile when he finally laid eyes on the source.
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While sailors and workers worked without a shirt, tanned skin and tone muscle showed throughout the sun, none of them managed to steal the gazes of both women and men alike completely as they stared at one particular individual that walked past them.
Back and front muscles that looked like it was chiseled, tall for Zipang standards, broad shoulders, alongside short pants that looked like it was one step from a fundoshi. It was scandalous, to say the least, the only proper clothing was the one that covered the arms but the straps and leggings connecting it looked fetishistic enough.
Adding to that, the white hair contrasted greatly to the almost ivory-like skin as a pair of yellow eyes similar to that of an animal kept its gaze straight. This was further amplified as a tail belonging to a wild boar swished back and forth with each step.
But when it fell upon others, a brief chill went up to their spine. Especially when they noted the large weapon that was carried. A double-handed axe with only a single head, little ornaments were in place but the dark sheen from it absorbs light rather than reflects it.
A huff came before the occupant continued their trek, feet moving solidly and loudly.
Gringor of the Ironhide tribe rubbed the back of his head irritably. It had been a day before the last tussle he was in, and it was already beginning to grind on his gears as he made it past the wharf and onto the plank leading to his ship.
Yes, it's his. He was onboard it. That means it's his. Anyone that contests it can plea their case to Poseidon right after he defenestrates them from his ship.
Once he reached the top and graced the deck of the ship with his presence. Gringor looked at the occupants all around.
The one that took his attention first was the many-tail foxed mamono, both of them briefly acquainted.
Taking more steps ahead leisurely, he looked at the others. There was one human that looked like he was worth fighting and Gringor had yet to really fight anyone of worth here so far.
A spider-woman and an undead, both of them looked like family if the resemblance was a clue. A good thing, since it meant he can chase the two for a lay.
There was even a dragon. That had his gaze lingered longer but ultimately moved off to more interesting ones. A dragon without a hoard simply wasn't worth pursuing.
The last two of whom was monsters but what really had him actually paused in his steps was that of their gender.
They're both males.
Just like he was.
But that thought flew out of the window over when his eyes went to the other, and immediately his hackles rose. Blood boiled and the pheromones he emitted got stronger unintentionally.
A large wide grin came to his face, one that was both out of glee and
annoyance as he strode closer. Towering and looking down over the other.
"Goblin." Gringor rested his axe on his shoulders instead of holding it under his arm.
"Orc." Skarsneek uncharacteristically spat out that word, the latter readied and looking for a fight even.
"High Orc." Gringor can already tell, this was going to be the worse trip of his life.
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