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[natha]

PRELUDE     I'll get straight to the point, Thesaens. Dranbu is in dire need of assistance. I have received confirmation that the disappearances we were investigating last month have... escalated. Be cautious as you make your way through Josa Forest. Ideally we could go straight through, but it seems the main entrance to Dranbu is overgrown with thorns and vines, and there's a bit of a glitch with the rail system - the train is having trouble recognizing the Dranbu station as a destination. I've uploaded a homing beacon to your devices with this message. Once enough of you have arrived in Dranbu proper, it should communicate with the train and register it as a stop. With any luck, that will make getting back and forth much easier for you all from now on. Best of luck. Entry to the forest is not only overgrown with vegetation, but seems to be growing at an increasingly alarming rate. Any attempts to clear the vines will be met with even larger ones growing in its place, and it only confirms Nurray's findings as true. The only way in is across the sound from Nadril, entering the forest from its snowy back yard. It doesn't stay cold for long; as one ventures further into the forest, the snow will disappear, as though it was completely out of place in the first place. The red sun's warmth will take its place soon after— and before long, you'll feel too warm for the clothes you came with. That's when you know you've entered the heart of Josa Forest. WITHIN THE FOREST     The forest seems to be thick with a profound presence that can’t be ascertained. While venturing through it, one will feel like there are being watched or followed. This feeling will only intensify as metallic-scented drops of rain begin to fall between the clearings in the trees. Unfortunately, what many don’t realize at this point is that this is how the forest itself eats. How it subsists and lives through the minds of those who eventually get lost in it. Wandering this far in is akin to walking into a lion’s jaw, or rather… straight to its stomach. But, the forest has a way of making one stay. While it swallows someone up, it shows them sinfully beautiful and picturesque sights. Even showing them people or things that are familiar to the lost. All of which will urge them to go in deeper and deeper. But, while the forest begins to prey on the mind of their victim— they will suddenly hear an elegant and alluring voice urging them back. This voice promises them comfort and safety. Promises to be kind and open. Promises she has a place for them where they will never feel displaced or unwanted, or lost. Before they can fully accept, they will find that they are whisked away in Barthala’s embrace. Some will be taken, wiped of all their previous memories and inserted new ones. Others will find they have no prior memories at all of themselves, only urged to go on with regular life. What is prevalent is the forest's desire to turn you. Metamorphosis is a phenomenon that occurs only to certain individuals, and there is no rhyme or reason to them. Some adventurers would find themselves changing by the minute, the hour, or the process may even take days and weeks. The forest toys with you, but it only wants to draw you closer to its core — as though there's a story there it wants you to see and understand. Will you go on anyway, knowing the forest has already has its claws on you? I. ALL ROADS LEAD TO — Exploring the forest is not a perilous experience - Barthala's blessing ensures that paths remain clear of any dangerous obstacles, and keeps anyone who enters the woods from losing their way. However, it will not always lead adventurers where they want to go. Stressed? Your path leads to a meadow, grass drifting gently in the breeze. Tired? You'll find your way to a tree with roots perfectly curved for a nap, the shade a peaceful retreat from the sunlight. The hungry will find streams full of fish or bushes laden with berries, and the curious will come upon elder trees, unique and beautiful. Only those who are truly satisfied with their circumstances, with themselves, can forge their own path, and venture to Barthala's Grotto. II. BARTHALA'S GROTTO — The deity's home is host to an abundance of life. Butterflies drift through the air, brilliantly colored and unbothered by any intruders. Foliage blooms in a rainbow of colors, many plants unique to this area alone. With trees arranged to provide a canopy over the path and small clearing, the scene is something out of a fantasy. Any plant life taken from this area will not survive long, though even in its dead, dried state, it retains a curious beauty. Explorers and creatures finding themselves in this area will suddenly find their clothing to be an unnecessary burden - what could be better than feeling the wonders of nature against bare skin? There is nothing unbecoming about such a natural state, any perverse inclinations are an aspect of personal preference. While the presence of Barthala can be felt here - a warm, comfortable sensation emanating from your core - she is nowhere to be found. Only one will have the opportunity to pass under a veil of willow branches and emerge to the cool air of a clear-as-glass spring. Another nearby grotto is home to a plant with intoxicating effects. Just smelling the leaves is enough to entice most animals, and consuming them has effects on both mind and body. More easily amused, with thoughts that weave deep and distant, along with increased sensory perception can bring the user on a pleasant trip lasting up to five hours. III. INFLUENCES — (18+) Every five days, a weed scattered in patches among the forest underbrush blooms. The flowers are small and white, unremarkable except for how clustered they grow. When their petals fall, after only hours of blossoming, pollen drifts through the air. It clings to clothing, to hair, in the throats of the sensitive animals dwelling in the forest. Even those unaltered by Barthala's magic can be affected. The locals of Dranbu claim the pollen enhances fertility, but in practice, it simply serves as a poignant aphrodisiac. Those affected won't differentiate between the warmth of another or their own, a simple need to experience sexual ecstasy overwhelmingly pervaded. The pollen loses its potency after about three hours, leaving behind only a sweet smell. YOUR NEW (NEW) LIFE    Adapting to an entirely new setting isn’t always so simple. People often say that assimilating oneself to the environment happens fluidly, and before you know it, you’re a part of it. In Dranbu, these words hold an uncanny sense of truth. When you awake, your day begins like it always has. Your daily routine meets largely unchanged, except a few tinier details. Perhaps, you’ve realized your true calling is an occupation within the villages itself. Maybe in farming up strange medical herbs, maybe in acting as a witch doctor for the people, or maybe you find yourself drawn to the arts and you really enjoy sculpting fellow villagers in the nude. Once you commit these tasks, you realize, it feels like what you’ve always done. As if it were natural, as if you’ve done them for years, and maybe you have? At least that’s what your gut is telling you, and slowly your memories will too. At the end of the day, when you return home, you realize you’re not alone. You have a partner who shares the same values and whom you love deeply. Or maybe a spouse whom you’re always arguing with. But, even that will feel as commonplace as the rest of your day. All you know is that the day that might have started off not being yours is entirely yours and yours alone. IV. THE HUNT — Those taken by the forest, animal features adorning their bodies, will find that their palates have changed as well. Carnivores crave raw meat, while herbivores don't mind snacking on a patch of grass or pulling leaves from branches. For most, there's no reason to cook a meal; once prey is captured, instinct says dig right in! It can be a gruesome sight, mangled bodies gorged upon leaving bloodstained faces, but it's natural. As is the hunt itself - any size of game can be found in the forest, and no one will go hungry for long. The magic that dwells here ensures a catch even for the clumsiest predator. Just take care not to stalk one of your own. For a hungry predator, there's no difference between a deer and a deer-like human. THE BOUNDARIES BEYOND     For some, placated is synonymous with bored. While there is a sense of wonder in the beauties of nature that adorn the woods, serene forest life isn't for everyone. Those seeking more adventure can explore the challenging slopes of Waco Mountain. Barthala's influence is weaker on those bluffs than in Josa Forest itself, so thrill chasers won't be disappointed. Lose the path, slip on loose rocks, fall into a stream and spend a night wet and cold, there are many perils that come with traveling a mountain-side. Scattered ruins offer some shelter, their walls carved with images resembling Barthala, a dragon, and three other stranger creatures. While the deity's pacification does not flow as deeply through this region, all are still save from mortal wounds, and the veil cast over their memories will not lessen. If you have made it this far, however, there is no reason to try to return to the main city of Dranbu. Accommodations are always available in the neighboring villages: Phares in the north, and Stroln in the south. These villages are in friendly competition with one another, and will tempt travelers with women and men of their kind in order to draw in business to their hotels. FINAL OOC NOTES     No REP is available for this log. REP will now be primarily available through achieving NPC quests, which will be available on the 19th! Please keep an eye out for that! Dranbu is entirely available for exploration! You may find that most of Wyver and Olympia Flora/Fauna may be found in the forest as well. For more information on your characters' (opt-in) Metamorphosis, please refer to the November Outline! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs ● bestiary taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp ● quest bulletin calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[lednikovyy]

[ It's very difficult in this moment for Bucky to imagine a universe where he wouldn't want everything on offer here. The weight on his lap and the way Thomas kisses him has all of his thoughts filtering through his dick and right now he's just fine with that, because his dick is having a great time. ]

God, yes.

[ He's never been shy and he's not going to start now. Even without much of a clue as to how to do this, he still lets his hand move down, fingers exploring sensitive skin with a confidence he's always been good at faking. ]

Might need a few tips. Don't wanna hurt you.

[ Mechanics, he can figure out, but he's got no interest in sex that isn't enjoyable for both parties. Truthfully, he's always been the sort of person to be a lot more focused on the other person, anyway. ]

[ettersberg]

Go slow. [ thomas advises, something warm in his chest at the care bucky's portraying, though he hardly think it is necessary, not with how relaxed his muscles are at the moment. ] And I will tell you if anything is amiss. [ he shifts a little, pressing back against bucky's fingers now, breath quickening at that first exploration and the promise it brings, anticipation and want a heady combination.

they ought to find some sort of lubricant, he supposes— though he's made do with any number of things, in his time, and there's slick enough between their bodies, drying slowly. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky nods. He's already so focused on Thomas, anyway, but he'll take extra care to make sure he's not hurting him. ]

Tell me what feels good, too.

[ He kisses Thomas again as he slides a finger down to tease at his hole. It's not like sex is one size fits all, anyway. At the end of the day, it's about learning someone's body and finding the things they like. He isn't going to let himself over think it beyond that. ]

[ettersberg]

I will. [ and it's a promise thomas intends to keep, if not necessarily with words. he isn't loud when it comes to sex, never that —too many decades of hiding away in corners, stolen moments and the like combined with the fact that he has always been a private individual, self-contained. he isn't loud, but that doesn't mean he is silent: bucky teases and thomas' breath catches, cock jerking between their bodies in a futile attempt to fill out further, curving up toward his stomach in defiance of gravity for a moment.

it doesn't flag during the scramble to find something they can use as lubricant and it doesn't flag when bucky first presses a finger into him, momentary discomfort quickly replaced by something else entirely as he presses himself back, shifting his hips until bucky brushes against the spot that has him let out a small noise of pleasure. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky lets himself explore, careful but hardly bashful as he works his finger in Thomas. Watching Thomas react to his teasing and even just a finger has Bucky's own cock filling out, his eyes hungry as he takes in the subtle changes on Thomas's face and the way he feels around Bucky's finger. ]

Yeah?

[ He repeats the movement with a wicked little smile. It feels like every cell in his body is crying for this, but there's a part of him that just wants to pull every ounce of pleasure he can from the other man as they go. ]

Like that?

[ Again, with a little more pressure as Bucky feels out the situation at hand. Another time, he could see himself just doing this until Thomas is desperate. He likes the idea of taking his time, even though the thought leaves him a little too panicked with his own need right now. ]

[ettersberg]

[ in lieu of a verbal confirmation, there's this: a moan, dragged from deep within his chest when bucky repeats the motion, finding that same spot again unerringly. there's his cock leaking, aching with want. there's thomas licking suddenly-dry lips and pressing his hips back against bucky's finger.

verbal confirmation seems unnecessary after all that. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky works a second finger in carefully, practically leering at the way Thomas responds to him. He might not be particularly verbal, but Bucky is more than happy to fill the silence. ]

You have any idea what you look like right now?

[ The words are mumbled right into Thomas's ear as Bucky leans in to kiss his jaw. His own breath isn't exactly steady as he works Thomas open and he knows he's just as hard. The need is there again, building stronger and stronger and it really doesn't hurt that he's got Thomas here looking like a half-unwrapped gift on Christmas and moaning in a way that tells Bucky he's got to be doing something right. ]

[ettersberg]

[ bucky works in a second finger and if thomas hadn't already given up on any semblance of propriety or appearing dignified a while ago, he would now. instead of a response, he moans again, reaching out to steady himself with both hands on bucky's shoulders so he can fuck himself against bucky's fingers, hips rolling.

he doesn't really care what he looks like. what he cares about is how good it feels. how achingly hard he is and the sight of bucky just as hard.

if bucky doesn't stop him soon, he might just come again just from this, from bucky's fingers curling inside him, rubbing his prostate. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Being dignified isn't something Bucky's overly concerned about right now. This is what sex should be, in his opinion--messy and unselfconscious. ]

Yeah, let me hear you.

[ And for what it's worth, Bucky is entirely intoxicated with everything Thomas is giving him. His own voice is breathy and full of awe. His cock is already leaking between them at the thought of actually being inside Thomas. ]

God. You need another?

[ Caught somewhere between wanting to be attentive and fighting to have the patience for it, Bucky doesn't want to rush it too much, but everything in him is screaming for this. ]

[ettersberg]

[ let me hear you, bucky says and unthinkingly, thomas complies —lets another moan spill over, dragged from low within his ribcage, hips stuttering at the question before he forces them into stillness, or at least something resembling stillness. ]

No.

[ he still clenches around them, body seemingly trying to keep them there, but oh, he wants what will come next so much more. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky turns his head again to catch Thomas in another kiss, just this side of bruising and desperate. That moan, the way he can feel Thomas's body around his fingers, it's all a little too much and it's perfect and Bucky can't wait to be inside of him.

He slips his fingers out carefully so that he can guide Thomas's hips closer, help him lift up enough that Bucky can guide himself in, but he leaves it to Thomas to set the pace for that, offering nothing more than the blunt head of his cock and a hand on Thomas's hip for support. ]

[ettersberg]

[ thomas wants to simply sink down on bucky in much the same vein of that kiss, desperate and hard. he forces himself not to with the last remnants of control, shifting his legs a little on either side of bucky's body to distribute his weight and then sinks down slowly to give himself time to adapt, to give both of them time —

bucky's fingers cannot compare to his cock inside him, stretching him, filling him out, and thomas moans again with it, head tipping back and fingers digging into the meat of bucky's shoulders to have something to hold on to as he moves slowly further down until he's all the way seated, until bucky's bottoming out inside him. he stays there, for a moment, breathing hard and just enjoying the sensation that spreads through him. stays there for a moment —and then lifts himself and moves down on bucky again, faster than before. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ There are several dirty comments on the tip of Bucky's tongue, but he can't manage to get any of them out. Instead, he just lets himself moan, his own grip on Thomas tightening.

Thomas tips his head back and Bucky ducks his forward to kiss the exposed skin. It's sloppy and desperate and he catches his teeth on skin more than once. His hips twitch under the weight, but there's nowhere to go right now with all of Thomas's weight on him and his hands move up Thomas's back to grip him close.

He lets out a shaky breath and lets himself cling until Thomas starts to move again, because he wants to see the man's face. He wants to see that it isn't just him who feels this way, like he's already drowning in sensation after years of being touch-starved and deprived of any sort of intimacy. So he seeks out eye contact, his mouth open and his own eyes saying a lot more than he's able to say with words--maybe more than he should say right now. ]

[ettersberg]

[ bucky isn't the only one affected by this —not just by the physical sensation but by the fact that they are touching and impossibly close, connected. it is perhaps less extraordinary for thomas than it is for bucky because he has been on the planet for well over a year and this is not the first time something like this has happened, but that makes it no less significant, makes letting someone else into his body no less intimate.

it's a struggle to look back at bucky both because every time he sinks down, the blunt head of bucky's cock nudging against his prostate, his eyes threaten to shut of their own accord and because bucky's eyes are startlingly honest in this moment.

it takes thomas' breath away, chest feeling tight in a way that goes far beyond physical pleasure. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky's hands never leave Thomas's body, gripping his hip and exploring any skin he can get to along Thomas's back. He touches Thomas like a lover, all reverence and affection even as it's tinged with desperate need.

Normally, he'd have a lot to say right now, but he finds that he can't really get the words together and there's not much he can say that would make this sexier, crazy as that idea is to him.

Instead he cranes his neck to catch Thomas in another kiss, sloppy and needy as he moans into it. He'd always really liked kissing.

This isn't how he'd expected his day to go, isn't even in the realm of what he would have thought of as sexy, but here he is, hips twitching against the ground as a surprisingly attractive man moves over him and God, he can already feel his toes curling a little with every movement Thomas makes. ]

[ettersberg]

[ the way bucky touches him, the way he looks at him —it makes something clench inside thomas' chest almost painfully, a contrast to the desperate need that's burning bright in his stomach. it's softer and more gentle and reminiscent of something else, someone else entirely.

he's grateful for the kiss, when it comes, returning it deeply, if equally sloppily. it's difficult to focus on kissing when every shift of his body shoots pleasure up his spine and down his nerve endings, bucky's cock inside him the lightning rod —and so it doesn't take long at all before he starts moving faster, the rhythm speeding up until he's moaning uncontrollably against bucky's mouth, not kissing so much as sharing space and breathing the same air because he can't focus on anything but fucking himself on bucky's cock. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Bucky is right there with him, losing himself in sensation and intimacy, and even though he can't get much of his own movement going in this position, his hands never leave Thomas's body, helping him move as he speeds up the rhythm between them and he's careful even now to make sure that it's his right hand that wraps around Thomas's cock to stroke him.

He's not quiet, can't even pretend to be as he feels his thighs tense and his need growing more and more desperate. Thomas's moans are answered with Bucky's breathy whines and he knows that he's close, chasing the feeling of release as much as he's trying to coax it out of the other man's body. ]

[ettersberg]

[ it doesn't take very long at all, with bucky's cock filling him up and thomas controlling the rhythm, with bucky's hand around his own cock, stroking him, until he finds himself reaching his limit —until his rhythm ceases to be a rhythm and turns into something wild and desperate. it doesn't take much more than thomas sinking down on bucky, than bucky's cock pressing insistently against his prostate until thomas is coming.

for a moment, he is suspended on the edge —body frozen, every muscle tense, seated all the way on bucky, eyes closed and mouth open, though no sound comes out. one moment, and then he shudders and comes apart, cock twitching and spurting hot between their bodies as thomas deflates with a long moan. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ He can feel Thomas on him and around him and all he can do is stroke the other man through it. There's something intoxicating about the fact that he did that.

He's so close, himself, and even in this position, he can't help rocking his hips up to chase after the friction he needs. With a moan, he ducks his head to press his face into Thomas's shoulder and one more thrust has him following closely after as his own orgasm hits. The arm he still has around Thomas's back tightens, holding him closer as his own body shudders. ]

[ettersberg]

[ bucky comes, spilling deep inside him, and thomas moans and shudders again, cock twitching at the sensation, the pleasure that comes with the knowledge of bucky's release, his body tight around bucky.

he rides it out, body thrumming with sensation, with pleasure —but eventually drops his forehead down against bucky's shoulder, slumping a little. ]

[lednikovyy]

[ Once Bucky is spent, he wraps his arms around Thomas's back, touching with close affection. He can feel some of his own muscles trembling with little aftershocks as he ducks his head to press his face into Thomas's hair.

Even with the need receding, it all just feels so intense and Bucky isn't quite ready for it to be over yet. HE kisses under Thomas's ear, along his throat. They're just gentle things, barely there, but he can't help wanting to be affectionate right now while he's softening inside of him, overwhelmed by the smell of sex and the forest. He hasn't felt this close to anyone in a long time. He hasn't let anyone this close. ]

Okay?

[ His voice is a little more wrecked than he'd expected and it almost startles him. ]

[ettersberg]

[ the affection is welcome and thomas melts into it a little even as his muscles begin to protest the unusual position, the way he's folded himself over bucky's body. it doesn't matter, not right now —bucky is warm, trembling a little and pressing close, and thomas finds he doesn't want to draw away yet.

he hums out a soft mh, confirmation, before he replies properly: ] Quite.

[ he cards the fingers of one hand through bucky's hair, lazily, slowly. ] Yourself?

[lednikovyy]

[ Those fingers in his hair are every bit as nice as the rest of this and Bucky soaks it in with a low hum of his own as he leaves more slow, lazy kisses on any skin he can find. ]

I'm okay.

[ His hands move down Thomas's back to his thighs to help support his weight so Bucky can pull out and settle them both into a more comfortable position on the grassy ground. ]

Might need to lie here for a minute, though.

[ettersberg]

[ thomas can't help but let out a small noise of regret when bucky pulls out, but it turns into a sigh that almost speaks of relief when they settle more comfortably on the ground. he stretches his legs slowly, easing the strain on his thighs. appreciating the strain elsewhere. ]

A minute it is.