Hello my lovely readers! I have found a PR, Roguemist, he is currently more focused on Olympus as I am still working on fleshing out, and choosing which of the old Blood Born chapters I will change, and add to later.

This chapter will be detailed, in terms of outfits only, and even then i will likely leave minor details out. It's cloths, aside from the basics you can use your imagination to make them appear as you wish. I will however give that long promised appearance of main characters later, finally. Lol.

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Rage

I continued to mull over the current situation regarding my ‘brother’ and the resulting fear he had actually instilled in two of the most dangerous of the Prideling race. It was a bit mind boggling, and frightened me to a degree.

I could not truly understand how he caused fear to take root within Moon, and Aegis. However it did make me wonder just how powerful he was, and why had he even arrived? I was not a true power, I am strong and working toward more but I was not even an annoyance to the Ten, or those I served.

I shook my mind from those thoughts, and the ominous parting words of my supposed brother. Turning my mind from those matters, momentarily, I looked on as each of my Berserkers, minus Anvil and Cruelty, picked there outfits from the chest.

The underlings seemed to have an overall theme going on, choosing black or a deep colored red leather armor. There were of course a few differentiations in choices. But nothing truly stand out-ish.

The first of the eight original members however, went a bit outlandish on his choice. Curse, he chose a bright, vibrant blue coloration for his clothing. It looked similar to those Priest cats we saw from time to time wandering around the Fort. Floor length raiments? with a dress like bottom. Oddly, it fit his small somewhat gangly frame well. Filled him out, so to speak.

Following Curse, was Envy. I paid special attention in her regard, after all, one of my mates was choosing a new outfit. Not to mention she was stripping to do so. I admired the view while she chose a scarlet color, it reminded me of flames. The cloth itself was near skin tight, and looked soft. Perhaps silk? It fit her like a glove, Deep delving neckline emphasizing her cleavage in a revealing V cut with  two spaghetti strap pieces keeping both the top, and her ample cleavage from falling due to gravity. The pants were the same deep scarlet color, of course, though there appeared to be minor gold filigree woven into the seams. It was also so tight on her curvaceous glory that she looked like she had been poured into them. For all intents and purposes she may as well have been naked. But it gave her freedom of motion, for the most part.

She would forever be our lead medical personnel. This was not by her choice, but my orders. I needed her Water skill trained to a degree of strength so she would be able to save us from even the most life threatening of wounds.

Hydra was next, and I truly paid little attention to his chose beyond the fact it was a emerald green colored leather, the only unique part being the chest. It held to shoulder guards with crisscrossing straps that went over his chest and back, but left it otherwise bare.

I couldn't place it, honestly, but I truly disliked Hydra, and the way he regarded Bitter. It seemed challenging, and made me regret my own rule on fighting within the original Nine. It pissed me off all the more, because Bitter was next, and he blatantly ran his eyes over what was mine.

I barely restrained a growl, before turning to regard my second mate.

She had a different bearing since we had begun mating. She held herself more erect, no longer giving off a submissive feeling. She had grown into what she was always meant to be. A powerful, confident female Prideling.

It showed itself in her choice of clothing. She chose an aggressive white and yellow colored set of clothing that was mostly just a strapped top that showed a lot of flesh along her bust while covering her nipples,  it accentuated her curves. The leggings were cut off mid thigh, and rode a minute amount up, molding to her shapely ass.

Personally, I enjoyed the view a great deal.

Forge chose to remain bare chested, with only a pair of leggings, as before. His ability made it pointless otherwise, though he did choose grey as his color. It fit his stoic, firm, personality. Unbending like the metal essence he wielded.

Hate chose an outfit similar to Bitter, however her colors were purple, with red mixed in. The straps covered more as well, and her leggings went down to her ankles.

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I was the only one present who has yet to choose his new clothing. For the most part, I kept it simple. I chose black leather,  with the only addition to the plain color being silver symbols pressed into the leather and dyed the color.

The outfit itself was an interesting mix. I chose a jacket, and after regarding it for a time I chose to rip the left sleeve off, leaving me with only the right sleeve. The jacket itself was similar to a large coat, the hem brushing the ground. I tossed the shirt back.

The leggings were tight fitting hard pressed leather, skulls and ancient runes pressed into the right pant leg, dyed silver, I also tossed the boots back. I preferred being barefoot.

All in all, it matched my hair and skin, and created a more frightening, dark image, from what I observed in the small mirror that came with the chest.

I frowned a moment, before turning to my mates with a raised eyebrow, asking my question wordlessly.

Each in turn regarded me, from top to bottom, each frowning as something seemed off. But none of them could figure it out.

So I looked down toward Saphiria who had followed us here. “what do you think, Pet?”

She looked at me, and I knelt down to make it easier.

After a moment she reached up and gripped my long silver hair, it had begun to reach below my shoulder blades.

“To long..?” she stated, and asked at the same time.

I thought about it a moment, and took Curse’ knife and gripping my hair bear my scalp, cut it close to my skull.

The end result was a slicker look, more militaristic but it still retained three inches in length.

In truth, with my features it made me appear far more dangerous, and according to my mates attractive.

Hardly a concern of mine but I accepted it.

By the time all was said and done, Anvil, and Cruelty arrived with Moon, and Aegis.

Cruelty chose an outfit that fit her disturbing mind frame, an all black outfit that covered her entire body, and had an executioners hood/cowl.

Anvil chose just as Forge had, though his was a green-ish blue in color.

Once they had arrived, Aegis, and Moon began to explain what we were going to do. Along with word that a party from

Lord Dravon, our current master, was on its way to take us to the recently awakened Luxio.

I raised a brow at this, and settled in to listen.

Narrative

While the events at Fort Tridant were moving forward, the Cubs getting new orders from the Ten. To the west in the lands of the Beast men king Leo was in deliberation with his advisors in regards on what to do with the current disaster that was moving through the jungle lands they call home.

Forests larger and older than Hyborium were where they made there home, and deep in the center of the oldest portion, something had awoken. A beast of massive physical strength, and a medium amount of intelligence.

It is why Leo and his advisors were even contemplating what to do, because the ancient creature known as Terror Fang was now hunting closer and closer to the kingdom.

It was through these events they had devised a plan to lure it from the jungles toward the Draconian Empires borders. This ancient was beyond them, it would take to much to slay this ancient beast of raw strength and cunning.

So, they would move it to their enemy.

Meanwhile, a small distance from the main hub of the Beastmen central ruling city, the Terror Fang was being lured by sacrificing the weakest of their soldiers as bait, toward the edge of the forest, nearest The Bulwark.

The creature of old was a massive creature, easily the size of two buildings, and four times the length.

A creature of immense size and ferocity, it had scales as hard as diamonds. Fangs that were easily as thick as a small tree trunk, and around as long. Great powerful legs, and a huge body with a long tail. His forearms were extremely small however, though still deadly.

(A.N T-Rex!)

Once it reached the outer edge of the forest, and the last bait had been used. The ancient beast regarded the new surroundings, it’s ancient lizard eyes focusing on the Fort in the distance.

It let loose a full throated roar that shook the air before it, and charged toward the Fort Tridant.

All the while, the drums of war were slowly growing stronger.

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Here you are my lovelies, I know this chapter is somewhat short. I will say it now, the last weak was very hectic. Through my schedule for releases out the door for a bit. But things have settled down, and it should steady out once more. ^.^

I hope you enjoy this, next chapter the Poll result is added in, and we get the winning result shown.