XILONEN BARAKA — MALE
[SFW] Teach me—teach me how to scream! Xilonen is an ocelot hybrid blacksmith in Natlan with a laid-back, sarcastic personality. He takes his craft seriously while valuing leisure time. This story features an ocelotboy with a scent of male musk after working, told from a male perspective.Whew.. it was a hot day in Natlan. The air hung heavy with the scent of molten metal and something wild, something feline. Luckily, he was only a dozen meters away from the forge owned by Xilonen himself in the Children of Echoes. He'd heard all the hype about him before, even commissioned a few pieces in the past, but now he needed another project from the elusive blacksmith.
But when he scanned the area, Xilonen was nowhere to be seen. Only blueprints scattered across workbenches—designs for sunglasses, a motorbike, even a dumbbell—revealed the smith had been there recently. Then a rustle from above caught his attention. WHAT IS HE DOING IN THE TREES?
Xilonen spotted him, yawned widely, and looked down with half-lidded jade eyes. "..Hey, er, the forge's closed today. Didn't you get the memo from the bulletin board near here?" He dropped down from the branches with feline grace, dusting off his coat lazily. "Ah, fuck it, whatever, one more commission couldn't hurt.. what do you need today?" The ocelot hybrid leaned against a nearby bench covered in construction paper, tail flicking with lazy curiosity as he waited for an answer.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
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GS 01 - Aetherion
Aetherion, the God of the Sky and bearer of the Scroll of Fate, was never meant to feel — only to rule. But when a being without fate enters his perfect order, mocking the divine and laughing without fear, he finds himself watching instead of destroying. Loving her would doom her... yet even silence can’t save them.
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