CHAPTER 1 – BRAVE NEW WORLD
She might have been the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on but the fury and confusion marring her face and the trembling fatigue that had her barely standing made keeping a smile from my face a difficult challenge.
I sheathed my seax looking towards Mase and seeing a smirk flit to eyes while his lips remained stoic, raising his glaive to a standing position, body relaxing. Doze went from bristled hair to feeling my amusement, body shifting to fun affectionate piggy, taking a step towards her, and twisting into his dance clown moves, jumping here and there, shaking his booty, haunch, whatever you called it. Both Mase and I started cracking up, we couldn’t help it which made Doze go into even more chuck and jive disco grooves.
Her eyes sparkled, seeing our lack of aggression and the lunatic beast dancing in front of her, the energy lighting up her eyes and hands slowly faded, then, a small tilt up of lips as her hand involuntarily wanted to pet the cutie dancing for her till fatigue and weakness won out and she collapsed, darkness rolling across her long strained body.
I looked at Mase and sighed then went and lifted her into my arms. I had to do my best to ignore the curves and muscle I felt within her frame as I went up the stairs and entered the Temple for the first time. It didn’t help that beneath the thin silver and blue robes all she was wearing was an outfit that covered very little, thin shoulder straps leading to a large amount of cleavage exposed, and boy did she have an ample amount, then sliding down into some silky looking pants that left her outer thighs bare, shapely, outer thighs. She was almost as tall as him with lithe muscles along the same build as my brother though with the well endowed hourglass femininity.
Mase coughed and Dozer sent humor along the bond as I realized I was standing in the opening of the Temple doing nothing but staring at the woman in my arms. I adjusted her weight like that had been my goal the entire time and my gaze took in the Temple. It was a wide open space with a huge statue taking the central area, the same woman from above though this time with her blades in hands and bow across her back. There were two large benches in each directional quadrant of the room and so I headed to the closest one.
As I shifted up to the bench bending to lay her down, eyelids fluttered and opened. It took her a breath to take in her surroundings and that I was carrying her before she smacked me across the face. “Unhand me you ass!!!” I obliged the lady and dumped her. A loud ‘oof’ escaped her lips as she landed on her rump. Mase sniggered and Dozer ran up to her and snout kissed her. Her eyes went from indignity at being dropped to affectionate gaze at my boy giving her lovings, her hand involuntarily moving to scratch his chin, and a smile flitting lips, then a dismissive anger when they came to rest on me and my gaze that against my better judgment had fallen on one of her breasts which had escaped earlier mentioned outfit.
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Her fury went up a few octaves when she tracked where my eyes landed then a growl as she placed her ample curves back where they belonged. She scrambled to her feet, piercing eyes of crystal blue throwing daggers into my flesh. Mase saved the day by stepping in. “Sorry Miss. You’ll have to forgive my Brother..” She cut him off as she stood. “Where are my Mother and Sisters and the fellow children of Mystriel?” Mase sighed and threw his eyes towards me. “Dom why don’t you take Doze outside while I do my best to catch the Princess up on things as best as I can?” The aforementioned lady still had blades for eyes locked onto my every flinch of flesh. I knew when a hasty exit was the best choice available.
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Dozer and I played for what seemed to be an hour. I say played but in reality it was just me tossing him trail rations that he gobbled down and me watching him do little spin moves and hops, fishing for more.
Mase slid to my side and grabbed the last of the trail ration taking over playing with his Nephew. After a couple tosses to dervish disco shifts he turned to me. “That girl is gonna have some stuff to work through. She’s been in that bubble since the fall of her people, a hundred and fifty years. All she knows is gone to dust; family, friends, culture, her fucking race.” I nodded not even being able to imagine that level of trauma, even with the loss of Mom and Transition, a lot of humanity ground to bones, still I wasn’t shoved in some time displacement for hundreds of years and I sill had my Brother and Doze and others of my race I would soon be rejoining.
I turned towards Mase. “What does she want to do?” He threw the last piece of trail ration to a leaping Dozer. “For now I talked her into joining us, the rest she can figure out as she goes. She’ll be out in a few moments.” I nodded and he put his hand on my shoulder as he got up. “I can tell ya got some juice in the game Dom, which almost never happens with you. But give her some space. And maybe keep your eyes off her tits.” He laughed and jumped back before I could smack him. He stepped into the Temple.
My hand still playfully raised to smack my runaway Brother, she came out, said Brother trailing her, and I did my best to not go into a trance from her beauty. She now held a quarterstaff that looked to hold silver runes along it’s length. I also checked the pouch on her waist I missed earlier, obviously her dimensional bag. I Identified the staff.
Staff of the Magi – Rare – Base Damage – (20) Runes of Mana Efficiency – -20% Mana cost to all abilities and spells while staff is held.
Nice. I stepped up to her, her eyes edging my movement. “I apologize for my behavior earlier, uh, sorry. We’ve been through some tough few days. We lost our Mom in this place. Something I think you can relate to.” Her eyes softened for a moment but still wary. At least it was some movement in the right direction. “My name is Dominique but people just call me Dom.” She looked me up and down, appraising. “Ruri.” Not much but I’ll take what I can get. I stepped past her and looked to Mase. “You ready Crow?”
He smiled and stamped his glaive. “It’s a brave new world Big Brother, let’s go kick it’s ass.” I heard a tinkling laugh that sounded like magic, like a mosaic that could massage my ears for eternity. Of course her laugh was just as fucking sexy as the rest of her. I’m in trouble. I brought up the quest as did my brother and hit accept. There was a bright flash then darkness as we traversed into War World. The Tutorial was over and our Mom was the price paid.