Inbox: Golden Peacock

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@philancer
25 / male / yes / 7♦️

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My Self-Summary

Back home, I'm a noble, the son of a Margrave, but for most of my life I've been a knight and a soldier. I'm mostly just looking for a good time and people who are open-minded enough to enjoy it with me, maybe try out some new things. There's a lot here I've never gotten to experience and I'm interested in changing that.



Outside of that, I'm a connoisseur of fine food and fine teas. I enjoy cooking, gardening, horseback riding, chess, and discussing a wide variety of topics, whether it's art, fiction, theoretical ideals, or more esoteric topics.

My Future Plans

Enjoying myself to the fullest here. Making conections and meeting new people. Experiencing all this place has to offer and finding those interested in exploring it with me.

My Talents

Varied and many. I had a robust interest in pursuing pleasures of all sorts back home and I hope to keep expanding that knowledge and skillset here.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy books on a variety of topics, but I've never seen a movie. Plays and operas are far more common in my world and a comparible form of entertainment. I like a wide variety of dishes and have a fondness for trying new dishes from distant places. I have a fondness for spices and rich flavors.

My Ideal Partner

I'm very adaptable and tend to adjust to whoever I'm with, making this a very broad category, since I have a varied taste in companions as well, depending on my mood. I find people interesting and like as many varieties here as I do in my favorite dishes.

Height 6'1 Body Type broad and muscular Smokes only when casting fire spells Drinks yes Drugs only healer prescribed Sign ...Gemini? Apparently?? Education Garreg Mach Officer's Academy Occupation Noble Paladin Income ... Children dear goddess no Pets Felix Horses Hobbies Reading, cooking, chess, tea, horseback riding, hiking. not dying.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

both, depends on the atmosphere

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

neither

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

yes

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

what does this even mean??? and what's a nija?

.05 TITS OR ASS

yes

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

tea, although coffee is interesting, i will have to try more of it

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

spicy

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

both have their fine qualities

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

depends on who's wearing it. some people are just very much one or the other.

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

yes

Personality Type
Campaigner: ENFP-A

ENERGY

79%

Extraverted

MIND

55%

Intuitive

NATURE

61%

Feeling

TACTICS

61%

Prospecting

IDENTITY

61%

Assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Comments

[veardant]

I'm.. mm.

I want you. Badly. And I have an idea, if you're amenable.

[philancer]

[ Well, that escalated quickly. ]

Okay? I'm willing to try most things. Do you want to come here or should I go to you?

...Although down here's not all that comfortable, so we might want to go with option b.

[veardant]

[ sorry, friend. tighnari spent a little too much time on plants and not enough time on sex, so his suit may or may not have activated a little bit, here. ]

Neither. Can you meet me at Mating Season?

[philancer]

[ Huh. That's... unexpected. ]

I'm on my way.

[ Luckily it's not a long jaunt from his rooms down below to where Mating Season is located, and he shows up a few minutes later, looking confused and a little concerned as he steps inside. ]

Tighnari?

[veardant]

[ tighnari is pacing back and forth outside the entrance of the area, his arms crossed tightly over his middle, his tail lashing back and forth. his skin feels itchy, too hot, tight over his bones, and it's clear that he's agitated.

when sylvain arrives, tighnari glances up toward him then exhales hard. ]

It's my suit.

[ he says simply, since that should explain it well enough. ]

I thought maybe you'd like to.. try something with me, in the pods.

[philancer]

[ Considering he’d seen what Wriothesley had gone through when his suit had activated, it does give him a pretty good idea. Even if he doubted they’d do it in the same way twice.

Still, he hurries to Tighnari’s side, already nodding before he finishes the whole sentence. Although then he remembers the pods and falters for a moment, taking a deep breath. ]

The closed ones?

[ He doesn’t know if there’s others or not. He’ll do it, if that’s what Tighnari needs. Maybe if he goes in there with something to focus on, it will be easier… ]

[veardant]

[ sylvain hurries toward him, and tighnari can't help but smile; it's sweet of him to be concerned. but soon enough it's tighnari who's looking concerned, his brow tightening. ]

I think so. Are there open ones?

[ he notices that falter, and the way sylvain's breath catches. ]

We don't have to, if you're not comfortable.

[philancer]

[ Sylvain’s quick to shake his head, lips quirking ruefully as he comes to a halt in front of Tighnari. ]

It’ll be okay. What did you want to try?

[ Focusing on something had made it easier, when he’d been trapped in there with others during the mingles. And if Tighnari’s suit was acting up, he was clearly in need of something. ]

[veardant]

Well, there was a specific scenario I wanted to try..

[ he looks slightly sheepish about it, but only slightly. tighnari isn't particularly ashamed of himself when it comes to his desires and kinks, after all. but he's far more concerned with sylvain right now. unfolding his arms, he sets one hand at the other man's elbow. ]

.. are you sure?

[philancer]

[ Chuckling, he takes a step closer, bringing himself into Tighnari’s personal space, unless he takes a step back. ]

The fact that it’s apparently made you tongue-tied over it just has me even more intrigued now. Yes, Tighnari, I’m sure. What’s this scenario of yours?

[veardant]

[ he does not take a step back. tighnari's lips press into a thin line, but sylvain is being insistent, so.. tighnari nods. ]

Let's get in, it'll be easier just to show you.

[ another squeeze to sylvain's elbow, and tighnari turns to head into mating season, preparing the pod they'll be using. ]

[philancer]

[ He follows along, and if he falls unusually quiet… well, maybe he’s just mentally preparing himself. He’s sure once they get in there and Tighnari gets… whatever this is started, it’ll be distracting enough to keep him from worrying about his own discomfort in tight, closed spaces.

The pod Tighnari leads him to isn’t one of the very tight intimacy ones they’d been nudged into at the mingle, however. This one seems slightly more spacious, if… strange on the inside. It’s like nothing he’s ever seen before and he doesn’t even get the chance to question what’s actually happening here before Tighnari does something and…

The whole world changes. Literally.

They’re not in a pod anymore, but in the middle of a vibrant, lush sort of jungle, the likes of which Sylvain has only read about in books. It makes the contained, indoor one on the floors above look like a tiny garden in comparison. The colors, the scents… it’s new and a little overwhelming an everything feels so huge.

Which is, of course, when he realizes his perspective is a little off from normal and he glances down…

Only to realize he’s standing on four red-furred paws instead of two very human ones.

The startled noise he makes also isn’t the one he expected to come out of his throat and, surprised and disoriented - especially because his center of gravity is suddenly shifted - he ends up falling back onto his haunches as he stares down at this new and different body in surprise.

What in Seiros’ name…?! ]

[veardant]

[ it smells.. like home.

the scent in the air is thick and heady, smelling of loamy earth and broad wet leaves, of stone and grasses and large fragrant flowers, of warm wind through adhigama leaves. instantly, tighnari's chest constricts with fondness. gods, he misses this..

.. but right, he's not alone. tighnari turns just as sylvain topples back, and he barks a light laugh in response. while sylvain is a red fox, tighnari is smaller, a dark green fennec with teal points, his large ears swiveling toward the fallen fox. tighnari walks past him, light on his paws, tail brushing beneath sylvain's chin, and like as not sylvain will catch it as he passes - the thick, sweet aroma of heat. ]

Come and claim your prize.

[ he purrs, then immediately darts off between the trees. ]

[philancer]

[ That confusion wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, although the fact that Tighnari - he’s pretty sure that’s Tighnari, but he is definitely not a rabbit, he’s some sort of tiny fox with huge ears Sylvain has never heard of or seen before - the fact that he speaks at least answers one unasked question.

Before he can open his mouth to ask the next, that tail brushes under his chin, fur soft and teasing against his own. Which is when that scent hits him.

Sylvain's experienced several of the casino’s perfumes and serums and other things by this point. Most of them he considers fun and playful and doesn’t mind their effects much at all. But this scent, although he doesn’t know what to call it, hits him differently. It stirs something in him, something primal and hungry, as if his human mind can’t process it, but this strange furred body he’s in knows exactly what it is. And he wants it, whatever it is.

He barely has time to register any of that before Tighnari’s tail gives another flick in his direction, teasing or maybe a challenge offered, and then darts off through the trees.

He’s giving chase before he even processes any of that, ears pricked forward and nose following that tantalizing scent which makes it hard to focus, to think. Which is probably for the best, because his body is working better when his human mind isn’t there to trip up over which foot goes where and when as he dashes off in pursuit.

Eventually, he gives up trying to make sense of this at all and just sinks into whatever’s happening. Whether it's magic or something else, he doesn’t know, but with that scent tantalizing him with every lungful of air he takes now as he pursues the other fox, it’s getting harder and harder to focus on the things he should be thinking about when all his mind wants to focus on is hunting down that scent. Make Tighnari stop fleeing and evading him as he tries to keep pace in the overgrown jungle he chases him through. Catching him and making him hold still, because maybe then any of this will make sense.

Or so some instinctual part of him seems convinced of, because chasing, catching the other fox quickly becomes to most prominent and then the only pressing thought in his mind. ]

[veardant]

[ it's certainly something that's much easier to appreciate in this form, especially for sylvain. tighnari's sense of smell is always keen, but for sylvain this must all be very new, very different, but he knows that the scent will lead him the right way, that the deep, animal urge to chase what he wants will kick in, and everything will settle into place.

tighnari runs like the wind. his legs are shorter, but he's incredibly agile, and moreover, tighnari knows these woods like the back of his hand - this is his home, this entire forest is his backyard, his responsibility, every inch of it is ingrained in his memory.

so he bounds and leaps, pushing himself to the very edge in speed and maneuverability, hopping briskly over fallen logs, ducking around large stones, scrabbling up through layers of vines, all the while with sylvain hot on his heels. it's exciting. it's thrilling. tighnari's heart is pounding in his chest, his paws slamming the soft earth. he wants to stop, wants to be taken, pinned, mated deep and hard, but he wants to be caught, he needs sylvain to earn the right.

panting hard, tighnari rounds a bend, slipping into a grassy grove lit with dappled sunlight from above, vibrant mushrooms climbing the tree trunks. ]

[philancer]

[ This type of terrain is nothing like what Sylvain is used to, but his body and instincts seem to know what to do all the same. And while the smaller fox is far more nimble and agile - faster, even, as he scrambles through the thick overgrowth, using their surroundings to his advantage - Sylvain still manages to keep pace. Somehow. Even if he has to get inventive a few times when Tighnari pops through a space he’ll never be able to squeeze through himself.

A few times, he almost lost the trail, or had to divert around a tree or a rock when Tighnari chose a path he couldn’t follow. But that scent was like a siren’s call now, urging him on, faster. The whole scope of his world narrowing down to his pursuit. Even as, inch by inch, he closed the distance between them. Focused on his prey.

Something made all the easier when Tighnari finally broke free of the thick plant growth and slipped out into an open grassy grove. Here, Sylvain’s pace could finally eat up the space between them, putting them on more equal footing. His eyes are dark and intent in focus and he playfully snaps at Tighnari’s tail when it comes within range, leaping up and to the side. Herding the other fox away from the edge of this little glade and back towards the center, where he couldn’t use the jungle against him. If he could keep him in the open, he could catch him, so anytime Tighnari got too close to the trees again, Sylvain was there, cutting off his route and herding him back away again. ]

[veardant]

[ smart. sylvain is smart, herding him away from the trees like what, where tighnari clearly has the advantage. he's in trouble. excitement flashes through his body.

but still he tries to give sylvain a fight, trying to dart around and between his longer legs to escape into the brush, but he can't do that without getting too close, close enough that the larger fox could pounce on him. frustration begins to show in tighnari's body language as he weaves and dances, trying to get ahead of sylvain, but his agility won't help him now.

the only option he has is to sprint as fast as he can across the grove, toward the opposite hedge, lightning quick, but it leaves him wide open should sylvain react quickly and be able to close the gap.. ]

[philancer]

[ He sees his chance the moment Tighnari takes off for the far side of the grove. He knows if the smaller fox gets to the underbrush and overgrowth again, he'll have a much harder time of catching him like this - he doesn't expect Tighnari to make it easy for him, either.

So he takes off after him, body moving with a swift speed that makes their surroundings blur and then he lunges, airborn.

He feels something shift before they even collide. His body feeling heavier. Larger. But he doesn't have time to guess why, because they're tangled in the next moment, bodies tumbling and rolling together as he effectively tackles him. The thick grass softens it as they roll and the next thing he knows is he's in his human form once more - sort of - with Tighnari pinned beneath him. Their legs tangled, clothing nowhere in sight, and only the heated press of bodies between them now.

He rocks down against him as he smirks and then bends to nuzzle in against Tighnari's jaw. That scent is thick and sweet here and he drags in another lungful of it with a breathless groan. It makes his body hum and his head spin and all he wants to do is inhale more, maybe lick it from Tighnari's too-hot skin. ]

Caught you.

[veardant]

[ tighnari does his best to slip away from sylvain's pursuit, and he almost, almost makes it back to the brush.. but sylvain is on him, tackling him to the ground as they change, shifting back to their usual forms. well, mostly. sylvain still bears a few of the foxish features that tighnari carries all the time. they look handsome on him, tighnari thinks, but then he might be a little bit biased.

nevertheless, they tumble together, sylvain's body heavy over his own, and the scent of his heat surges, wrapping around them like a blanket, heady and thick. ]

So you did..

[ tighnari whispers, his breath coming quickly, tail thumping against the grass as he brushes their mouths together. his thighs part, snapping around sylvain's hips, and he rocks his own upward, his slick cunt dragging hot against sylvain's cock. ]

Now don't keep me waiting.

[philancer]

Oh, fuck…

[ Sylvain manages to hiss the curse out as he feels those legs wrap around him, and that scent thickens, making his head spin. He feels drunk off it, and yet only wants more as he bends to capture Tighnari’s lips in a rough, almost brutal kiss as his hips shift.

It takes him a moment, because they didn’t land at quite the right angle to make this seamless, but another rock of his hips has him finding that slick heat waiting for him, sliding against his cock and making him moan into that kiss. Another thrust, and he presses inside, hips snapping down to bury himself in tight, wet heat.

He’s not sure if he’s imagining it or not, but it feels like it makes that intoxicating scent even stronger, thicker, more alluring. Even if he doesn’t know how that’s possible, because with it filling his senses like this, all he wants to do is inhale it, wrap himself up in it, and in Tighnari’s too-hot little body beneath his. ]

[veardant]

[ gods, what a good, satisfying feeling it is to be caught, to be pinned. normally tighnari prefers something closer to their last encounter - being a little more in charge - but all his instincts are urging him to submit this time, to spread his thighs and allow it when sylvain's cock rubs hot between them. and it's quite impressive that sylvain is able to strike home without using his hands, his thick cock sinking deep in one smooth thrust.

tighnari gasps against sylvain's mouth, then exhales in a deep, aching moan, his walls clenching up tightly around the intrusion, pleasure rushing over his head in a wave. this is what he wanted. what he needed.

his fingers curl, and tighnari's short claws are soon sinking against sylvain's broad back, dragging, scratching deep red welts into his skin, leaving stripes behind. her bucks upward, heels digging into sylvain's lower back to keep him there, right where he wants him, filling him up to the brim with ease. giving in to his instincts is so very easy, so perfectly exquisite.. ]

[philancer]

[ He gives a quiet hiss as those sharp nails scrape their way down his back, and he knows he’s going to be sporting those for a few days. Not really minding, though, he still slides his hands up along Tighnari’s arms enough that he can catch him by the wrists, and then pin those in the soft grass above his head. It has him lifting up enough to reach, but that just makes the angle of his next thrust even deeper as he rocks into that tight, eager body beneath him. ]

Fuck, Tighnari, you’re so hot. Is this what you were craving? To be chased and caught and pinned?

[veardant]

Yes.. mm. This is what I wanted -

[ he arches, groaning low and rough as his nails hook into broad muscle, pressing hard, and he snaps his hips upward again and again as if he cannot get enough, grinding his clit hard against sylvain's abdomen. his slick is a mess between them, he's so damned wet that sylvain can barely stay inside. ]

Wanted you to.. prove it..

[ mm, he hums, and bites at sylvain's lower lip. ]

[philancer]

[ He keeps Tignari’s hands pinned for the moment with one hand, letting his other drop to grasp his hip. Holding him at just the right angle he needed him at, even if his nails bit reddened crescents into his skin as he held him there.

It meant he could fuck deeper, harder, and he did, his pace fast and brutal as he sunk deep. That scent was still thick around him, driving him mad, making him crave more and all he could think of was rutting deep into Tighnari’s eager body, filling him over and over again. Chasing that rush that drew a soft snarl of pleasure from his lips before he captured Tighnari’s lips in a demanding kiss. Loving the sting of the bite, even as he paid him back in kind. ]

Did I?

[veardant]

[ sure i totally remembered sylvain had his hands pinned oops -

a breathless laugh catches in tighnari's throat, and he squeezes his thighs around sylvain's hips as his lover pumps deep into him, filling him up with every thrust of his hips. gods, it feels so good, he can hardly stand it, and soon enough tighnari is writhing against the grass, his tail thumping and his ears folded back, every breath a sharp whine or a rough moan.

it's already so satisfying. already so good. he can feel every inch of sylvain's cock driving deep into his body and it's blissful, tighnari's mind is reeling, his body hot all over. he could do this all damned day and never tire of it. arching away from the grass, tighnari's wrists strain against sylvain's hold. ]

Yes, you did - fuck, don't stop -