Tina Anderson
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This captive burns hot when he sleeps, never waking, no matter how indelicate a druid’s touch. Here lies the beauty of the falls, the lion from his vision. Aedan’s thumb pushes at an eyelid, revealing a lily pad floating in the white, and its dark center widening with exposure to the light. His smooth skin stinks of cooking fire, and his soft nipples taste of roasted rabbit. He sits upon the strapping prisoner and delights in how the man’s muscular gut feels his bare crack. Cock in hand, he guides…-
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Vibrant tunics litter the grasslands, their owners hacking away at the forest. Another group surrounds them, collecting newly cut trees and rolling them over a ribbed assembly of smaller logs. Workhorses form lines at the roping station, their twitchy legs eager to haul fresh timber to the carpenters near shore. For Skipio Servius, nothing matches a tree’s hardness against one’s ass when a climax comes. This river valley’s narrow trees make him long for the thick oaks of home, ageless alpine…
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Father’s owl mask watches him from the muddy shore, its top trim blackened by battle fire. Aedan’s snowy war prize comes to the water for a drink. She takes her fill before retreating to the grassy bank, where waterlogged cornflowers sate her hunger. Rain stings Aedan’s shoulders, a necessary hurt that washes away his warpaint and admonishes him for losing his fiercest bitches. He sits his bare ass into the pebbled rivulet and spreads his spindly legs. Within the V between his thighs, rushing…
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The roar of wind-swept trees overcomes the drum of infantry boots. Night marches are perilous without a torch or stars. It is lonely work, and anxiety consumes the hours. No one speaks, not even to their horse. Skipio leads his scouting party ahead of the legions, and after a time, they find a marsh obstructing their path. Inside this wall of towering reeds and foxtail stalks, insects and amphibians cavort so wildly that they drown out his thundering heart. Water lies somewhere within the swaying…
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Haze blankets a sea that burns silver under the high sun. Shadows appear along the vanishing point, first five and then ten, until there are too many ships to count. Those fleeing the continent speak of Prince Mandubracius and his deal with the Roman battle king, Kaiser. Those fresh from the fight say warlord Dumnorix plans to sabotage the Roman battle king with a hidden armada. Alas, it’s now clear that Dumnorix is as dead as his ships, and Mandubracius comes home for his crown. Their driver…
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Longhouses cover the white expanse. Half-built ships stretch for miles along the shoreline. The majestic forest is gone, its slenderest remains fueling barracks stoves, its thickest trunks the backbones for Caesar’s growing fleet of flat-bottom boats. Roman victory kills more than those on the battlefield. Like locusts, the legions consume everything. They slaughter livestock and leave those unfit for enslavement to starve. Decurion Servius marches through the snow, his furry boots crunching in the…
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PAC Goruym - Ramx`atol1 Yubol 2249 - 2150 Hours The skua fought against the unyielding gale, its patchy down ruffled by a relentless midnight wind. Hope emerged beneath its hooked bill in the form of a radiant colossal turtle, itinerant on the powerful swells. Dox stepped clear when the beleaguered skua landed sloppily on the railing overhead—no good ever came from standing under a gull. She gazed at the flight deck as if it were her first day on the planet, still reeling from her commanding…-
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Surface Operational HousingDirtox’takal 1 Yubol 2249 1430 Hours Sofita woke to the sound of seal barks and piercing laughter. The sheer act of dozing off still unsettled her after so many years. Bouts of sleep plagued those who served between the poles, and luckily for her, such naps didn’t interfere with her ability to hibernate at the end of the year. Across the pool, a juvenile seal, its stubby whiskers dripping with wet ice, let out a farewell yelp and dove into the black water before…-
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Kuril Base NorthRaxuta`acarol (Pacific Ocean)1 Yubol 2249 0130 Hours Unlike the other young men before him, he didn’t dive for a dark corner when she entered the room, or collapse to the floor sobbing. Bare feet left a spotty trail over the dark polar tile, leading her to the room’s lone bench, where he lost himself in the hazy depths beyond the glass. She moved her fingertips over the climate-control pad, dulling the room’s oppressive heat. Red-blooded helovx ran cold under the sea, one…
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Lucius Vitus ServiusAge 50 | He/Him | RomanCiniod the FirstAge 45 | She/Her | Brythonic Celt Vitus is a praefectus of the Legio X Equestri, a career cavalryman and cartographer, and owner of Servio Poma et Pira, a family business of apples and pears, fruit wine, and seasonal walnuts our of Cisalpine Gaul. He is the father of Skipio. Ciniod is a Belgae king’s daughter born along the shores of the Tamesa (modern Thames) in Britannia. She is the widow of the arch-druid Fintan (The Owl), and…-
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