steamy romance novel (Milo)
Oct 24, 2014 0:51:44 GMT -6
Post by Gentry Perkins on Oct 24, 2014 0:51:44 GMT -6
NO ONE HAS EVER CLAIMED that Blackthorn City was some wonderland of beauty. It was rough and angular, making Gentry feel like every step he took could cause him to tumble down the rocky mountainside. He knew that, of course, even if he did fall that probably wouldn't happen but it didn't stop him from getting nervous whenever a few pebbles dislodged themselves under his feet from time to time. He didn't like Blackthorn. It was desolate and cold, the thin air making his lungs burn with every breath he drew. It certainly was a place where dragons were said to lay, because only dragons and the people stupid enough to hang around them should be caught dead up here.
What was his excuse, then? Orders, for one. He was to wait here while a fresh batch of Grunts from the homeland were shipped in, ready to use the desolate and barren place as a training ground to whip them into shape. They needed more warm bodies if Magma was going to lead this takeover and blow the Aqua assholes out of the water. That is, warm, disposable bodies, if he was going to be honest. As far as he knew, the Leader and most of the upper chain were in a tight spot trying to move base across the pond. The only salvation they had was that, with any luck, their rival team was having just as much trouble jumping ship as they were. If anything, it might even lead to a temporary peace as everyone got ready for the upcoming storm that was a battle. This was all not counting the other organizations that had cropped up, of course. None of this thought really mattered for piss with him, though, since he was only an Officer and it wasn't his job to worry about these things. He just did what he was told.
So where did that leave Gentry? Well, bored, for one. Being cramped up in the tiny hotel room he was staying in had given him wanderlust, but he had already explored this town as much as he possibly could. He had resorted to sitting in one of the well worn benches overlooking the lake. It was the nicest part of town, the lake. Sometimes he would catch sight of a Magikarp poking its nose above the still water, or rarer a sleek blue tail. He didn't really have anyone to talk to, either. Most of the people in the town worshiped these dragons or something, and he had Flower. The little Fairy type wouldn't hurt a fly unless he asked her too, but he guessed she must have been almost like some anti-god to these people. So, the locals avoided him of course. With his own team it was harder to place. They were scattered right now and trying to defend the three towns they had taken over. He had no grunts to boss around right now, and everyone else in Blackthorn was a higher rank as far as he knew; and he didn't want to bother anyone higher ranked and busier than he was. That sort of left him to his own devices.
On his bench, looking over the lake, Gentry had a worn paperback cracked open and shoved in his face. It was midday and cool, but the sun left a pleasant warmth on the skin. Flower was nestled on his shoulder, eyes closed and sleeping peacefully. For now, he was lost in the world of Lady Virgile as she was being seduced by the tall, dark and mysterious Count Calypso. It would be hard to startle him out of this land of fantasy, but not impossible for someone willing to try.
©What was his excuse, then? Orders, for one. He was to wait here while a fresh batch of Grunts from the homeland were shipped in, ready to use the desolate and barren place as a training ground to whip them into shape. They needed more warm bodies if Magma was going to lead this takeover and blow the Aqua assholes out of the water. That is, warm, disposable bodies, if he was going to be honest. As far as he knew, the Leader and most of the upper chain were in a tight spot trying to move base across the pond. The only salvation they had was that, with any luck, their rival team was having just as much trouble jumping ship as they were. If anything, it might even lead to a temporary peace as everyone got ready for the upcoming storm that was a battle. This was all not counting the other organizations that had cropped up, of course. None of this thought really mattered for piss with him, though, since he was only an Officer and it wasn't his job to worry about these things. He just did what he was told.
So where did that leave Gentry? Well, bored, for one. Being cramped up in the tiny hotel room he was staying in had given him wanderlust, but he had already explored this town as much as he possibly could. He had resorted to sitting in one of the well worn benches overlooking the lake. It was the nicest part of town, the lake. Sometimes he would catch sight of a Magikarp poking its nose above the still water, or rarer a sleek blue tail. He didn't really have anyone to talk to, either. Most of the people in the town worshiped these dragons or something, and he had Flower. The little Fairy type wouldn't hurt a fly unless he asked her too, but he guessed she must have been almost like some anti-god to these people. So, the locals avoided him of course. With his own team it was harder to place. They were scattered right now and trying to defend the three towns they had taken over. He had no grunts to boss around right now, and everyone else in Blackthorn was a higher rank as far as he knew; and he didn't want to bother anyone higher ranked and busier than he was. That sort of left him to his own devices.
On his bench, looking over the lake, Gentry had a worn paperback cracked open and shoved in his face. It was midday and cool, but the sun left a pleasant warmth on the skin. Flower was nestled on his shoulder, eyes closed and sleeping peacefully. For now, he was lost in the world of Lady Virgile as she was being seduced by the tall, dark and mysterious Count Calypso. It would be hard to startle him out of this land of fantasy, but not impossible for someone willing to try.
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