Conquest Horizon

In the mess hall with the kitchen supplies, Book was humming along a tune, horn glowing as she was mixing some stew in a pot. She was glad that she knew how to cook a bit more than just simple sandwiches or porridge. Sure there was still much to learn, but she was just happy that she could do more than cook basic meals. Even more cooking them for her changeling.

Sure Sieg might not fully enjoy it due to being a changeling...but he could still enjoy the meal and her emotions at the same time. Even more with her feeding him and him feeding her the food. (done)

Moving near and seeming to observe, Najat nodded and straightened up before telling, “you have improved greatly. If the scent tells, you may wish to add a small bit of seasoning to help the taste to a measure.” Glancing about the ingredients neatly set out to go on. “An herb may be best for this. Your discretion alone, Book-san.” (end)

Nodding, Book glance around as her horn glow, grasping some bits of herbs into the pot, stirring it around as she took a small spoon to take a small sip. Humming a bit as she frowns. “Its not bad...but it’s missing something.” Glancing around as she sniff a bit, using her nose to find a good herb as she grab another bit of herbs with magic to gently place in the pot. Stirring it some more as she took another small spoon to sip. Humming a bit more…

Then smile and nodded. “Perfect!” Stirring more in the stew as she was happy she got it right this time. (Done)

Najat gave a slight smile of her own and said, “perhaps after this food has been used up, we shall try another recipe for your use and practice, Book-san.” Moving to sit by in a chair and ask, “I must ask. Since Sieg-san had proclaimed you both ‘fiances’ to that prince, have you both given much thought on the marriage to come or to keep the status true before marriage is made?” (End)

There was a small blush on her face, shifting a bit as she confess as she glance to the side. “We did...talked about it. It was a surprise he would be bold to say that...but I actually...like the idea of marrying him.” then giggle a bit as she told on. “We just need gather a few things...mostly a dress for me, a suit for him..some proof of our marriage and someone to marry us off.” (done)

Najat gave a nod to this, and did tell, “if you still have need of someone to marry the two of you, I can do just that.” Then shook her head. “No added honors. No added traditions. A simple ceremony between you both.” then added off to the side, “like we have discussed in the past, Phobia-san is a bit more… questionable in some aspects.” Then nodded to Book. “it would be an honor, as an heiress of the Kummo Clan, to wed you both.” Seeming to keep stance despite the strong impacting hug on her side-- though Najat did admit to a slight stumble at the mere speed and force. (End)

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!” squee out the mare, holding her tight in her forelegs as she pull back and was giddy on her hooves. “Oh, now I just need to find a dress to look pretty in-- oh and need to let Sieg find some rings for us!” then pause and added to Najat with a sheepish smile. “Apparently rings are sign of proof of marriage in Equestria.” (done)

Chuckling a bit, Najat gave a nod and spoke, “perhaps while we are in the holds, I may procure some formal wear for both you and Sieg-san. Knowing the smiths, you may find a few willing to make rings for such an act as well. Though rings are not the only thing one must consider. Bands, necklaces and more could be used, if you so wish.” (End)

Thinking a bit...she did admit in a shy manner. “Admitally...I wouldn’t mind a necklace for myself...And I’m certain Sieg wouldn’t mind a band, mostly to keep in disguise and if he needs to change form.” placing a hoof on her chest, underneath the bandada as she admitted. “I know I don’t need the collar anymore...but I do feel...off if I don’t have anything around my neck. It's why I kept the bandada really. Gives me a sense of...ease.” (done)

Nodding some, Najat suggested, “than perhaps, a oriented plated necklace.” Getting a slightly interested look from the unicorn. “They are necklaces that have plates and are wider than the average necklace. It would be in a way, similar to the collar you once wore. Though lighter and perhaps ornamented to properly show your status as a wife to a warrior.” (end)

Humming as she let go of Najat, she consider it… with a wide smile and a nodding head. “Oh I like this idea, Najat. Very much so!” then giggle behind a hoof. “It’ll be perfect for me! Even more give proof I belong with my Sieg as his wife.” then frown and said. “But...doesn’t it cost a lot to craft stuff like that, Najat?” (done)

Giving a nod, Najat told, “it can be. Prices may vary, depending on what material you wish to use.” Eyeing the mare some and suggesting, “perhaps a copper plating? It would be cheap, and the qualities would be beneficial in either way. Being a metal, it will still be resilient, even if it’s the softest of all metals.”

“But, if you wish for greater equality, it is possible to make one plate gold, or perhaps add a gem.” Najat thought to it, but soon went on. “Molding of decoration will also show relevance. In the holds, the more intricate a pattern is, the more value it holds, while not compromising the steel nore adding to it. All options you may wish to explore while visiting a smith.” (end)

Thinking a bit...she admitted. “Maybe copper with a gem and some decorations? Sure it’s cheap...but the less expensive it is? The less valuable other's will see it, then the less chances of trying to take me, right? Copper is seen as useless to most, and most would probably look over it.” (done)

Smiling, Najat said, “unless you are in the Holds. But, to many untrained eyes, it would be seen less of value than silver and gold.” She then gently pushed Book to let go of her side and told. “I will look forwards to the time of the ceremony. I must find a few things myself, if I am to wed you two.” Then questioned, “is there a day you wish for it to occur?” (end)

Thinking a bit...she admitted. “We sorta were wondering if we could make it within...maybe four weeks? Mostly because since this would be a simple ceremony, we wouldn’t need to do so much traditions…” then added in a sheepish manner. “And maybe...come by my village to let my mom know of it? So that way she won’t accidentally kill my changeling if she found out we were married without her around?” (done)

Giving an approving nod to this, Najat spoke, “perhaps hold the marriage in Equestrian’s lands themselves. Ensure a measure of safety and a means for your mother to attend it herself.” But she did raise a brow and say, “though I am uncertain of her misgivings of Sieg-san. Her response was of already bore negative dislike.” (end)

Sighing a bit, she agreed. “Its mostly because of her concern over me. From what we heard, changelings got a lot of negativity since some Hive came and try to invade Equestria capital. Brought a bad reputation of sorts.” shaking her head some as she went on. “She’s just worry that Sieg might be like that same Hive...but he’s not. Mostly because he told me that there were variations of Hives like..” thinking of a good way to explain as she said. “Like you mentioning there were different kinds of Herno Clans in the Holds.” (done)

“That there are.” Agreed Najat. “I merely pray that none wish to challenge the right of your union.” She thought it over and soon said, “We should begin on preparing for our coming Lunch and alert those of the ship that it is nearly ready.” (End)

Nodding some, she soon asked in teasing. “Do you think Mari might try to tease my stud again?” giggling a bit in amusement as she trots to the side, horn glowing to move the large pot on somewhere it could cool down. “It was cute to see him almost blush, even more with Mari ‘innocent’ questions.” (Done)

Smiling some, Najat spoke, “it may not be the last.” Though did glance and say, “she too though, was curious on if you plan to have foals or not.” (end)

Thinking a bit...she admitted. “Nows not a good time, especially with Sieg constantly working and my heat not close enough to have foals…” being silent as she admitted with a glance up to her. “To be honest, we aren’t even sure I could gain foals from him...since we don’t know if changelings and ponies could...reproduce at all.” (done)

“A question to later be figured then.” Nodded the white herno while going to get some bowls. “If you can not bare any young, what would you and he plan to do from there?” (End)

Thinking a bit...she said. “Adopt...maybe go in arabia and find the last few remains of the village...or try too at least. I’m not even sure if they’re in the same nation anymore...maybe find some foals that were capture, free them and have them as our young if we can’t locate their parents...or bring them back to their parents and family.” (done)

Smiling, Najat told, “you are of good heart, Book-san.” Moving and placing the bowls on the counter. “Parenting young that are not your own will not be easy. But, if that comes to pass, I may have some wisdom left to give, even if I have never had a child myself.” With a glance, she added, “or, if you so wish, perhaps if done right, we can visit some that have had the experience. Perhaps visit your own mother for advice when the time has come.” (End)

Nodding some with a smile, Book helped Najat placing bowls by magic...and asked with a concern look. “Najat...what’s Mari going to do? Is she...going to go find her clan and see if they’re alright or...are they all…” being silent for a brief moment before she finished. “Or were they all killed off by this other clan?” (done)

With assurance. Najat told, “they are yet still alive, Book-san. If they had died, Mari-san would by honor, need to search for a husband trustworthy enough to help her bare young to revive her clan from it’s premature extinction.” Sounding fairly certain of this. “Her clan, however, has gone and left to hiding. Out to seek a new place of refuge. I believe, Mari-san will go in search of her family scroll, than return to us once that is complet.” (End)

Slowly nodding, Book asked in curisioty. “Is she going with you and Ash to your Clan once this is all over? I mean...I know she won’t return home from what happen, but I know she might like going to a Herno Clan...right?” (done)

Shaking her head, Najat told, “my clan would never accept her as Ash has. And my father is resolute in my friend's death.” Pondering some, Najat admitted, “I have questioned if I should return home at some point, or leave it behind. While I love my village, Ash is special. Much like a sister you can not simply leave behind.” (end)

Book was quiet on that, as she consider if they were going to wander around...it might come to that, as she doubted they would stay long enough on the ship with Herr Phobia. Once she finish...she asked to Najat. “Do you think...your village might accept Ash back if she brought Tyra head with her, to show proof she isn’t ‘controlled’ by a demon...or would they still try to kill her and you?” (done)

“My mind is only at question, as they fear that I am controlled or manipulated.” Najat corrected Book while checking the stew for a moment. “And even if she brought the head, some may still question if Ash is still truly free as a herno. My father is much too harsh, and still dislikes Ash’s ‘honorless’ state. He would not hesitate to expel her from the clan.” (End)

Frowning to that...she couldn’t help but voice out. “No offense Najat...but sometimes you Hernos are too strict and stubborn at times.” (done)

“A fault I had to come to terms with at times.” Najat said with some level of controlled somberness. Eyes closed in thought, the herno remained silent and soon said, “Our honor and traditions keeps us on straight and narrow paths. Paths purposely in place to keep us on the right.”

Looking to Book, Najat said, “they however, can cause Clans to be prideful, stubborn, unmoving. And so it is the reason for the Honor Trials and Honor Journeys. To send the strong out to become more, and upon return, help the Clan move forwards.” (end)

“And to give them a better perspective on the world?” slightly joking the mare as Najat give a stiff nod to her, as Book hum a bit. She decided that it would be best to get the other's here, as she move by the comm gem and told. “Lunch is ready! Come by and grab a bowl for some stew!” ending the comm as she look back to Najat as she asked. “What are you three planning to do once Mari comes back with her family scroll? Stay on the ship with us until Tyra is gone?” (done)

Looking to the mare, Najat told, “it is for the best. Once we reach our homelands, we will set forth with the Ketch and do our respective tasks, then return with haste before departing once again.” Looking down to make sure that everything was on place. “I feel that the ship may stay for a time and allow for us to travel and do our tasks before the time is up.” (end)

Thinking a bit, Book agreed to this. “Knowing Herr Phobia on his work? He might keep the ship staying in a city or docking bay to let you all do what you have to.” then with a glow of her horn, grabbed two bowls to grab her meal and Sieg as she went on. “I’m pretty sure he’ll do something with the ship repairs, finding this Kiru-- or making more golems.” then shrug as she said. “Who knows what he’ll do next really.” trotting off to get into her seat, as she waited with a smile when she saw Sieg trotting by.

The changeling smile as he move by her with a quick nuzzle, coming to sit close by her side to feel her warmth. As well as being fed and feeding in return. Kan came by, although she seem thoughtful as she grabbed a bowl and food as she seem to trot out, apparently not in the mood to eat among the other's.

After a brief moment, Phobia came, looking rather grumpy and in a bad mood, as apparently he talked with Ash, and discover that trying to put souls into a golem body was a ‘bad idea’, especially more with whatever Ash mention to him. He grabbed the bowl and pour some stew as he walked off to a secluded spot in the mess hall, sitting in a spot as Scrappy hurriedly came by and sat by his creator feet. Giving low whines and nuzzle his creator to try to cheer him up.

Although it seem Phobia gave simple pats on the head, but focus on his meal as he wasn’t in a talkative mood. Sieg could feel the irritation and annoyance...as well as bit of guilt and anger from the Stripe. He could also feel something else...but wasn’t sure what it was. But whatever attention he had for the stripe, quickly turned back to Book as he kept feeding her as she smile and nuzzle his side with a smile on his face. (done)

Najat nodded to the order that was in the room and decided to just keep near the stew and keep it properly stir. Taking her own share and just staying in place while keeping an eye on things. When Ash and Mari came in, both didn’t hesitate to gravitate near Najat and just stand by the counte with her. While mostly silent, they talked over a few things and minded their own space.

Though with a extra bowl gained, Ash left the room and headed for the bridge, no doubt to give Nowa her share.

(end)

As four days pass, with the Destroyer of Hopes and Dreams coming close to the Iron Holds territory, Kan had to consider carefully of what Ash made mention. On her...not being a demoness. It was something that bothered her to no end, even more on what Ash could do. Kan almost consider on not bothering with Ash…

But part of her was...curious in all honesty. Even more with the piling questions of how Ash could do such a thing. So with that in mind...she decided to ask her. Even more with nothing to do until they reach the city where this Kiru was at. She figure this could be thrown out the way once they reach the city. As she trots to Ash room, she kept a clear expression of netural, even her strides were calmly. Keeping herself in balance as she knocked on the door and waited for Ash to answer. (done)

Instead, Najat opened the door, much to the demon’s detest. But, with a wordless raise of a brow, Najat simply asked, “is there something I can do fo you?” Otherwise not budging from her place. (End)

“I want to speak with Ash. Privately.” flatly responded the demoness. (done)

Lifting a brow, Najat opened the door and walked out. The action alone made Kan pause some, mostly at how… willing she was to let this go on. Though looking inside, Kan cold see a half-asleep meditating Ash, though still somewhat aware. Apparently more so now that Kan was in sight and the dark herno shaking her head to fully wake up.

Similarly, Mari was in the room meditating, but didn’t seem to acknowledge what was going on. With a grin, Ash said, “hey Kan, so, what’s new?” Najat remaining just outside the open door. (End)

“I want to talk to you on something you mentioned. In private without those two.” said Kan in a neutral tone. Already noticing the Kitsune blinking her eyes open, giving a look as she was soon next to Najat. (done)

Moving in, Kan could hear Ash say in a relaxed way, “sure, ask away.” shifting and scooting herself to relax against a wall where she now sat, door soon closing to give both some privacy. “So… what’s on your mind?” The cat moving her hands behind her head and just… seeming to listen in on whatever Kan had to ask. (End)

Giving a glance, she asked. “You mention of something about me not being a demon anymore...how and why?” (done)

Smiling to that, Ash said, “funny thing… you know how Haynu’s sometimes get these nasty tempers that make them go out of control on bloody sprees to kill everything because they can’t handle theri demon blood at a young age?” She thought on it and told, “well… I asked Mari about it, and apparently her mom took her to some Opnehu to help quell the problem.” then shrugged, “sure, she’s still half-demon, but she’s half-demon that had control of herself.”

Looking to Kan, she went on, “I asked Mari more about it, and to her words, it’s possible, if you really, really wanted to try, you could be… well, I guess more half-demon than full demon with those same Opnehu helping out.” (end)

A flat look on her face as she said. “And you think...these lot will actually consider helping me even if I’m a full demon?” (done)

Smiling, Ash said, “well, you got nothing to worry about if you honestly, truly want to give it a shot and be something besides what everyone considers evil, right?” (end)

Having a more flat look, she almost consider scoffing at it...but a part of her forcefully reminded that the Ophenu are rather...good at what they do...Even more with her not being a full demon, would also mean her contract will get voided. Sure she wouldn’t be as powerful as ever...but she would also be free. Even free to leave and do whatever she please…

Thinking it deeply as she said. “I’ll...consider it.” not giving a straight answer as there was a lot to give and perhaps a lot to gain from this chance. She had to consider it heavily before making a choice. (done)

Nodding, Ash told, “you got until we land, Kan.” seeming to be semi-serious. “Once we land… the girls and I, not counting Book or Nowa, plan to take the Ketch and do some work in the Hold’s. Might be your only chance to try it.” She considered KAn and said, “it’s a big thing, givin’ up years of power for something else…” Then said, “even if you’re a thousand years old, you never really lived like most of us. Worth a shot, right?”

She tapped her fingers on the floor and said, “you would talk to Mari.” Smiling gently to herself some. “She’s haynu. She could probably help you figure out the bits and parts I don’t know and you’d probably want to know.” (End)

Thinking a bit...she said. “I’ll...take it into consideration. Maybe after I figure it out in my head.” giving a brief nod as she turn to trot off...but glance and asked in amusement. “So, how long is Mari is planning on playing with the mutt? Its obvious she's messing with him, but even I can gather she might not take him seriously.” (done)

Chuckling, Ash said, “I got no idea.” Then leaned back to tell, “but I can tell she’s not stopping for a long while, who knows what she’s up to. Kitsune are tricky like that.” Then smiled, “and really, if this does or doesn't work out, I’d like to still give you a chance Kan. I think everyone at least deserves one.” (end)

Rolling her eyes, she said. “Of course you do…” then said in a less stiffer tone. “but...I appreciate it.” then trot off as she let her mind thought about being a half-demon...and possibly doing it just to spite the stripe. She could actually imaging his expression, maybe see what he might do. He might as well kill himself when he drinks...a shame I won’t get his soul if I do become a hanyu...but it’ll make it all the more sweet in revenge to him. knowing that killing him was petty...but letting him kill himself somehow or seeing his death?

That was more sweeter to her. (done)

When the door opened, Najat eyed the demoness with that ever irritating look of superiority before re-entering the room. Mari on the other hand, curesly watched before smiling in a cheerful manner, waving and soon going back inside before gently closing the door behind herself. (End)

Kan merely glance back, and smirked, as she shook her head and kept walking. Letting her mind think over while they were traveling to the Holds and perhaps taking that offer...just to have some freedom and spite to the stripe.

Scrappy began to feel that concern within him rising. Seeing his creator drinking the dragon brew in a shot cup. Leaning back in his seat as Scrappy stood by the side, seeing the Stripe taking another shot as he hic a bit, mumbling something to himself as he slowly filled the shot with the bottle as Scrappy could already tell that his creator was in a depressed mood. From what he gather of the last few days, the short-term solution was fading.

While both Sieg and Book were happy in their own ways to be part of Phobia clan, and with Nowa being a honorary clan member, with Ash recent talk of diffusing the golem crew, with Kan jabbly mention she let the souls go-- even leaving with the girls once they reach the city and find Kiru. Scrappy saw the percentage from 79% had raised to a alarming rate of 90%.

Mostly due to the recent news and added alcohol substances. Scrappy saw how his creator was drinking each shot, becoming more drunk to the point he mumble to himself as Scrappy knew he had to act if his creator decide to...proceed in removing himself.

However he was alert of the knocking of the door, as he turn his head, then look to Phobia who didn’t heard...then move on his mechanical paws to the door as he opened it. (done)

The one before him was not who Scrappy wanted. Najat stood tall and peered down at him and saying, “where is Phobia-san, his presence has been called for.” Though as soon as she flicked her ear and look up at the striped, she said flatly and in a very unamused way. “I see he decided to recklessly intoxicated himself this time.” (End)

“I will bring him out of his intoxication. Report of his needed presence?” (done)

Lifting a brow, Najt informed, “engineering trouble. One of the golems informed it was making this vessel slow.” She then told, “if he is intoxicated, than I would suggest not having him work on anything. Better to wait for it to all leave his system and make no mistakes.” (end)

Moving to the comm gem on the wall, Scrappy got up on his hind legs, with a press of his button as he spoke. “Clanky, request information of vessel speed ASAP.”

“Destroyer of Hopes and Dreams is losing speed by 25%, Scrappy unit 001. Requesting of the Dreadful One needs to work on sector 34-21-b9.”

Looking into the databanks of the area of the blueprint of the ship, Scrappy informed. “Acknowledge. Will bring creator into working mode.” ending the call as he told to Najat. “I will forcefully remove intoxication from creator post haste, the repairs will be done within half a hour.” (done)

Narrowing her eyes and looking at the striped, Najat told, “no.” Her tone seeming to sound final. “To ‘force’ intoxication out is not the way. This matter can wait until Phobia-san is rested and right of mind.” Seeming sure of this thought. “What is the meaning of this reckless action to take place in the first place?” (End)

Staring at her, he consider on denying information...however due to her knowing a bit of Stripe from what his creator willing gave, he calculated it might be wise to inform her. Sitting on his haunches, he reported. “Due Kan informing him of her decision once leaving the ship, as well as rubbing it in his face, my creator has been feeling the ever slowly building of the emptiness in him, as he has stated to you before on the ketch.”

“Despite the assurance of Sieg, Book, and Nowa being part of his Clan, he himself has felt that pain still, the short-term solution of other clan members is not enough to sustain his emotional and mental stability. Due to this, the 79% risk I have seen has risen to a critical 90%.” (done)

Raising a brow, Najat clearfield, “I asked the reason for why he must drink. But apparently, you see fit to tell more than simply that.” Then looked to the mumbling stripped before telling, “seek the substances and lock them in a place he can not reach. Be sure he does not harm himself. I shall be back in a moment.” Turning and crisply going to supposedly get something. (End)

Scrappy almost consider on feeling foolish, on giving so much information instead of what she requested...He didn’t knew why he did that. Even as he moved to track the other bottles, he tried to find whatever was wrong with him...however all he could manage to find was that his mistake was because his focus was on Phobia well being. With how high that percentage was, he was having errors in his system because he was...was scared that Phobia could kill himself. Moving the bottles into a hidden compartment one by one, Scrappy deduce that his logic was being off simply for the Stripe safety. (done)

It took a bit, even more with his drunk creator trying to find the bottle of dragon brew, for scrappy to get the alcohol together and soon place it to the side. He still needed to lock it up, though he was sure his creator might come for it in a moment.

When Najat returned, she gave the wolf a glance and nod before motion dher head. He was confused, but when Najat came in, so did Mari. The kitsune seemed oddly focused and began to walk towards the striped, while Najat started to collect the bottles.

Smile in place, Mari sauntered her way up and spoke, “Metal-arm fine, yes?” Quiet voice just loud enough to catch his ear. She seemed to sway in the air a bit, tails just emphasising her moving hips. “You frustrated. Yes?” (End)

In his drunk stupor, Phobia glance at her. Before giving a low snort and shook his head. “‘M not fine…” motioning a arm up in the air as he told. “Frus-frust...angry, yeah…” then gave a bitter laugh as he laid his head down. “Clanless..can’t come home...can’t have full clan...can’t do anything…” snorting some as his right limb played with the remaining drink in the shot. “Empty...all over...not stripe, not clan...not anything.” (Done)

Like smoke, Scrappy watched the kitsune gently come around his creator, delicate hands sneaking to his shoulders and rubbing them in a teasing manner. Mari spoke on, a gentle lull in her voice while speaking into the strip’s ears. “Can be good. Be more than clan. No need past. Past is not you. Present, is you.”

While he grumbled and moved to take a drink of the shot, a hand moved like a swift and graceful serpent, gently holding the shot glass from reaching his lips. “Why have glass? You have me.” A gentle pur sounding by his ear and a gentle rub of her soft furry cheek. “Am I not pretty?” Just slightly leaning over him, one arm around his front and doing gentle circles on his chest with a finger. The other hand gently making him place the glass down. “You no want pretty me?” (end)

There was a slight rise of eyes, Scrappy notice something akin to hope in his creator, before sagging down as Phobia shook his head. “You...more than pretty...beatufiul…” then scoff. “But not with-, with me...horrible. Best go home...leave me...be...be safer.” head laying down on the table more. Eyes slightly drop some. “Not good choice...I...I, shitty person. Cold heart...bad mind...best...best stay away...like other Stripes…”

Scrappy look at his creator, noticing that whenever Phobia was drunk, he sounded like a diamond dog when they speak...he wisely decide to not inform him of that when he was corehrent. (done)

Gently moving around, and subtibly sneaking the shot glass out of the strip’s hand, Mari moved it aside and let a quick and deft Najat come and steal it further away. Moving around to push the stipe back up in his seat, an action that certainly surprised the drunk Phobia, did Mari move to straddle his lap and defiantly sit there. Arms over his shoulders, she leaned in close to his face and spoke, “no fun, if no danger~” Purring out the last bit while both their foreheads touched. A almost secretive smile playing on her lips. (End)

A small snort escape from his nose as he remarked. “Sound...like Stripe...take danger hand in..hand. Part of life…” (done)

“Sound like kitsune.” Mari half-whispered back to him. “Take risk, hand-to-hand.” (end)

A quiet hynea laugh escape from him as he spoke in his native tongue. “” there was a gentle kiss to his lips as he pause, as Scrappy couldn’t help but translate for Mari.

“Oh..but I’m the one danger you don’t want.” stopping to notice she wasn’t listening, and feeling Najat tapping him to help her move the bottles and drinks. As Scrappy got up to take on his pouch bag uniform, putting each bottle in it as he asked to Najat in slight concern. “Is this Kitsune seduction tactics to make my...father sleep. Or something else?” (done)

“To sleep.” Najat gave quickly and curtly while gathering the last bit she could hold. “How she does it, up to her digression. Though I do not think too far will be done. She knows he is drunk, and may never recall what occurs here. She knows what she is doing.” (End)

“...Affirmative.” was all Scrappy said, as he lead Najat as he told. “Know a place where he will not find them. Please follow me.” taking the lead as he pause, to give one more glance at the two in the room, as there was a scenario in his mind that could work...but felt a error within it. Part of him couldn’t help but frown as he began to noticed there were becoming more errors in his system than he had.

Part of him was concern he was becoming defective. (done)

Turning away to keep leading Najat, Scrappy left the two to whatever they were up to as Mari continued to kiss the lip’s of the currently drunk striped. She gently moved her hands to rub his back and moved her hips to gently coax at him and tease.

His half-aware drinken mind was aware of two firm and fleshy orbs pressing to his chest, and the play oh their battling tongues before getting breath-- and diving back in. When he breathed once more, he watched the kitsune hover over his face and ask, “kitsune live danger. You no live to danger?” Then seemed to smile cheekily. “If you no want… may leave. But, when ever get to touch beautiful I again, prrrr?” Tilting her head just a touch while leaning on his form. (end)

As much as he wanted to question, want to figure out why she was doing this, on why all of this, his mind was too drunk to even ask..However his arms slowly move around her back, as he spoke softly. “I..I do want...but know...know that could be trick...could be something fleeting...know that all dream..” then gave a small laugh, although with how tears form under his eyes, it wasn’t really a happy laugh. “Wish...wish to live, to have danger in life...feel so damn lonely without..clan.”

“Wish...to feel alive again. As Stripe should. All the way…” (Done)

Smiling to this, Mari whispered, “perhaps, dream be more?” giggling as she rubbed herself on his body, causing a warmth to spread. “Perhaps dream to grant~?”

With a groan, Phobia felt like his head wanted to split open. He cracked an eye open and blinked, trying to remove the headache in his head while also feeling a… oddly pleasant ease in his whole body. Glancing at a clock, he could tell it was late morning… meaning that he must of drank himself to sleep…. But thinking and feeling about, he could tell he was in his bed. All bare too. Did Scrappy do that?

While he puzzled this, he looked about his clean room and noticed that his clothes were a bit scattered. He blinked and noticed some red cloths, but couldn't recall ever having red clothes, even more that bright. While his mind puzzled this, he heard a door open and glanced… to find a kitsune only clad in towel coming out of his bathroom looking a bit damp.

Mari gave him a look with those ever-so-closed eyes and smiled, “Phob is most rested, yes?” (End)

Blinking at her, he tried to figure out what happen….and soon relaized as he slowly raise up to sit on the bed, glancing around as he look back to Mari as he answered. “Yes….” then asked in a mingle concern. “Did...we had...sex last night? Because unless I accidentally puke on you-- that’s the only reasonable thing I can think of with you coming from the bathroom in a towel.” (done)

Smiling, she told, “seed very very stubborn. No come off easy.” Making a jolt strike up his spine. “Much washing after foreplay.” She soon impishly smiled, adding on. “No mate. ‘Sex’ was no gaol.” Shaking her head, Mari walked up towards him and told, “you drunk. Spoke wants. Gave taste, relax you.”

Looking for her cloths on the ground and going about picking them up, he could see how the towl clung to her body, and how her nice ass was half hidden by her three poofy tails that hid her bits. When Mari stood back up and placed her dress to the side with her panties and bra, she looked back to him. “You most wanting. Thought of letting mate some. But you no recall, so not do.” Then smiled, “you most viril. Much seed to give.” (end)

Trying to get past the shock she was...apparently fine with relieving him, him just trashing on his traditions, and the fact she pretty much was okay with this...did he asked with a hand on his forehead, feeling a bit thankful she was talking quiet with his headache still hurting. “And why couldn’t Scrappy or...you just let me drink myself to sleep and drag me on the bed?” then added with furrowed brows. “And was this...a...one time thing just to get me to just sleep and not drink?” (done)

He half wondered if he should turn his head away when the vixin up and dropped the towel on the floor and was nude before him. Mari half turned, his eyes seeing her breasts fully in the open while she got the bra and began to fix it on to cup the firm boobs. “Substance bad. No more. Chose to lull with body. Naja-san ask. Help.”

Turning to look at him, Phobia was even more aware of her secret folds that were in place, the vixen continuing. “Felt to give little. You spoke of heavy heart. Decided to lift what can.” She was about to reach for her panties, but paused and looked to him.

Smiling, she reached and took her bra off and held it to the side, letting him see the slight bounce of her breasts before slightly cocking her hp to the side. “Am beautiful, yes?” (End)

Balking, he blinked for a moment, before confirming. “Yes. you are really beautfiful and down right sexy.” although while part of him felt a bit happy had some relief, another part sourly reminded that this won’t happen again as she’ll probably find a better guy than him. Probably someone from her own clan to help boost the numbers-- or from what Kan mention of Kitsune before her little ‘surprise’. (done)

She perked to this and giggled with a hand to her lips. The sight was cute to see before she placed the bra back on and got the panties, stepping into them and saying, “is shame. You make good mate. Seed plenty, blessing by kami. Give many child to mate.” Making his heart stop for a moment, even as the underwear was fully on and she began to get her red dress on.

Tails swaying a bit, Mari went on. “Women luck with you. Be get strong male. Rear many young. Is good, yes?” Almost making him owlishly blink as she dressed herself, slightly running a hand through her tails and admiring them. She was quick to tell, “but, no mate while drunk. Are rowdy. Little rough, new to mating, yes?” Posing it as a question. “Forgive for tugging tails. No right mind.” Then giggled out, “perhaps next, we do when no drunk?” A innocent smile in place. (End)

Part of his mind stop as he stare at her, it was almost like...she was considering him as a ‘mate’...but can’t be it...right? He however managed to say. “Uh...yeah...and you’re right.. I’m...new to maiting, never really had a mate…or anyone...” part of him felt a warmth on his cheecks, although it was mostly out of shame as he glance to the side as he was admiting he was a virign. Even more as he glance and asked. “And that last bit...were you...honestly serious about…”

A part of him wanted to be hopeful...but he internally felt he was having too much hope as he felt it might not be best to consider it, mostly since she had her clan and future ahead of her. He knew this might as well be her teasing him and this all being a one-time thing while he was drunk on his ass. (done)

Mari seemed to hum to herself, arm crossed under her chest and hand tapping her cheek. He watched her walk towards his door in thought and open it. Though with a glance back, he saw her peeking over her shoulder with a slightly more open eye, showing a crimson red eye with a demonic slit. With a teasing smile, her tails lifted high and her rear slightly moved up to show off her panties and winked. “Perhaps give chance~?” She spoke, before resting her tails down and easily swayed her hips on her way out before gently closing the door. (End)

All he could do was stare...as he thought to himself in slight realization. She...she was actually considering it!? then shook his head. No, no, no. don’t get to ahead of yourself Gear-Mind...She might as well be teasing...she heard from the two, sure Najat forgive me...but...we still aren’t fully friendly terms for what I did to her...and with me being drunk, and her saying on what I did...does she honestly? confusion came in him as a hand rest on his forehead.

He was honestly trying to figure out if she was serous, teasing him...or getting his hopes a bit too high up. No...no… sagged the Stripe as he laid back on his bed with a huff of breath. Don’t try to be optimistic. You’re a insane Racky Stripe with some sort of self-fueling desires of world domination or nation domination...and can’t do that because Kan is going to be a haynu soon enough to void the contract...and beside the few members of my ‘clan’...there isn’t much left to live...unless…

A part of him pause in thought with Mari words...maybe...maybe she was willing to give him a chance-- because of whatever he said in his drunk state? Could that be it? Was she doing it for pity? Although there was a shake of his head and a frown on his face. No...not pity...I doubt it’s pity. Maybe...something else? What am I missing here? although the headache in his head sorely remind him of the pain and grumble out.

Can’t think straight...head hurts...remove this, then think over on Mari and her words...maybe I’ll...figure something out. She can’t be that interested in me...can she? (done)

While he tried to puzzle this out, Phobia sunk back into his bed and half wondered what the kitsune did. In some admittance? He didn’t feel as tense. Actually, now that he just released, his back felt rather… nice. What did she do, give him a back massage as well as get him off? And now that he thought about it, did she compliment him on his… given ‘amounts’ during it?

That women confused him so much.