a post for psl/etc things

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[ meanwhile, from this timeline.


It's been a few days, or maybe a week or two-- either way. Long enough to be introduced to Luna's attendants (when did a kirin get here??), and be ordained (WHO EVEN IS THIS HORSE), and to quickly establish their attitude in regard to the others and their place at the relative top of the pack. Under their goddess, of course.

It was useful, in any case, to have attendants willing to fetch things for them for a time; even if they wanted to go out and do it themself, their Goddess's possessiveness and unrelenting desire at the time prevented them from going much of anywhere, and they would need clothes at some point since the robe they came in was destroyed, thanks Luna. But at least they could order something, and have it ready a day or two later, and keep it on hand for when they could take a wander without Luna worrying overmuch. But in and around the shrine, in front of the attendants, and in front of Luna, they didn't bother with clothing at all. There was no point, at the height of Luna's heat, to wearing something that would simply be shredded by their claws when they next needed to rut, and Glayva was never very fond of wearing clothing in the comfort of their own home to begin with.

So this early morning, when the sun was bright and only warm and high enough in the sky not to blind them, Glayva was stretched out(unclothed as usual) on the deck of the shrine in a patch of sunlight filtered through the new spring leaves, head propped atop a hand and idly flipping through a book. It was a bit early for breakfast, for them, and they weren't going to eat without Luna in any case, so best to waste a bit of time until then. ]

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[ It takes awhile before they're actually awake awake, though basically the second Glayva left in the morning they've been stirring. Once they're feeling up to actually getting up though, they still stay in place - it's embarrassing, honestly, that this has somehow been their worst heat despite having an actual outlet for it. Or maybe it's because of that, but either way they don't like it, and they don't like how every time that person that's theirs now is even slightly away the desire to be near them instantly starts gnawing away at them.

So they try for a bit to just ignore it, but that hardly works out and eventually they don't even care to try to continue ignoring it, because why should they? They should have things they want, and not even self-control can stop them! Besides, they need to spend as much time as possible with them so their attendants will stop asking stupid questions like "are you sure about this, Goddess?" and "maybe the kirincatcher can catch the kirin?".

So when they do come out onto the deck, they flop on top of Glayva the moment they spot them, sniffing at their mane. ]

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[ an ear was perked basically the moment they heard any significant movement from the shrine, so when Luna comes out to flop down on them they were already expecting it.

Perhaps expecting a bit more, judging by the subtle way they shifted their legs and flicked their tail to the side, but at this point that was just habit. they hum good-naturedly, turning their head a little towards them. ]

Good morning, Goddess. Are you hungry?

[ in the literal or figurative way; the distinction didn't matter much. ]

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[ they don't respond immediately, but instead continue sniffing. once they finish they let out a satisfied sigh and wrap their arms around Glayva, pouting. ]

You left.

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Goodness, getting some fresh air and reading a chapter is not leaving. Besides, I couldn't sleep anymore.

[ they comfortably let themselves be snuggled into Luna's arms, though. ]

And now here you are, so it's fine.

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The shrine has fresh air! But yeah, it's fine now.

[ grumble grumble. ]

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I like being outside~...

[ anyway, turns back to their book for now, flipping a page. ]

You haven't put your dick in me yet~ so I'm assuming you've calmed down a little.

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[ they make like, a small choking noise. ]

-- I'm trying to, anyway.

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I think you're doing very well~.

Are you okay? It's remained strong for quite some time.

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It hasn't been that bad...

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You've been quite~ demanding.

[ amused, though, their tail flicking and their voice light. ]

But I'm simply worried for you, of course.

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[ grumble. ]

There's not anything to be worried about.

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Worry~ is just in my nature. And of course I'd like to please you, Goddess.

[ hums, lightly... ]

... I suppose there is something we must discuss, if I really am to stay. Are you of sound enough mind?

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[ The planetary system of Paegos did not support life on most of its moons, save for Paegos-IX, a world comprised most of its calendar year of snow and ice with few months in between to support any sort of plant life. In fact, most life dwelled underground or below the frozen waste to begin with, and it was only with the arrival of outworlders that humanity deigned to build above the glacial surface.

There was a kingdom here, once; the Mailean people were pacifists and kept mostly to themselves, though willing to trade with those who docked ship in their astral harbors. They followed and worshipped a great creature of wisdom, which frowned upon the violence of their starfaring neighbors: the Kirin was a creature of Balance and Abundance, and detested strife. It was said that humanity, longing for a greater power promised to them by devilish being, turned on their protector: the Kirin was slain like a common beast in the halls it had protected for ages. But it could not remain dead, blessed with divine might as it was, and it used its power to take retribution on those who betrayed it. The Kindom of Mailea was no more.

... That's the legend surrounding Paegos-IX, anyway. In this era, the planet is a pit-stop for long-haul journeys, on those without self-sufficient city-ships like the Xianzhou Alliance or larger stations. To restock or take temporary rest, and little else; every turn of the sun, it seems, the planet grows more hostile to life, for one reason or another (perhaps there is a Stellaron here. perhaps not. nobody remains long enough to find out). The one unique benefit to this planet was its myriad hot springs, sheltered beneath the thick ceilings of its glaciers, though the journey to the planet was hardly worth it.

It isn't unusual to see all sorts of space-faring species passing through, so in this place this woman seems fairly nondescript-- with hooves and a tail and a horn, dressed warmly with what looks like a fur-ruffed coat. She mostly seems to be watching people come and go with a careful eye. ]

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[Elio's propensity for sending him to the most shithole excuse for a planet in the most backwards of star systems was bordering on gleefully malicious, Dan Feng thinks, as he quickly, desperately winds his way through the crowded din of Terminal 68.

He's sniffling, in his human form- short hair, rounded ears, the poisonous gold of his eyes calmed into verdigris.

He needed to find one of the teleporters to the closest, private hot spring, and fast, because underneath the glamour was a Vidyadhara whose body temperature had gone below freezing for several days, and the mara in his veins Absolutely Did Not Like That.

Dan Feng doesn't see - or care - about the figure he slams into, with enough force that he'll topple them over if they don't brace themselves.]

Watch it!

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[ The figure is short but-- shockingly sturdy. She rocks only slightly when he runs into her, a hand reaching out to grab his coat. Ostensibly to steady him, as he stumbles past.

The voice is soft, lilting. And, apparently, annoyingly perceptive, because it says: ]

Oh, my... How unusual~ for this world to be visited by someone like you.

[ Though, honestly, it's more likely she can just smell it on him. ]

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[What does that mean. He frowns at her.]

I beg your pardon?

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It's rare for those with cold blood to come to this planet.

[ smiles, crooking a scaled hand at him as she turns, gesturing for him to follow with her long tail waving behind her. ]

Come~ this way.

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[Dan Feng watches her tail swish. The urge to sink his teeth into it makes his fangs ache. Instead of causing an international incident (now), he opts to follow her - stalking behind her, actually, less like a lost lamb and more like someone who was going to knife her for her wallet.]

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[ She seems oblivious to his predatory prowling, for better or worse. But she leads him through the terminal and perhaps worryingly, outside into the freeze. The weather is half-decent, for once; snow is falling, as it always does, but the wind was less the sharp cut of knives and more the prickle of needles.

She picks up the pace, trotting along to one of the glacier tunnels; here, a teleporter, apparently in some disrepair. ... Honestly, it doesn't even look like it's working.

She kicks the power terminal next to it, though, and it slowly whirrs to life, beeping softly with error. She turns towards the holographic screen, though, tapping away at it. ]

This will take a moment to boot up, but you'll survive until then~ I'm sure. What brings you to Mailea?

[ ... An odd question, to be fair, when nobody calls it that any longer save for some of the elderly natives, reaching the end of their extended lifespan. This woman certainly does not look near to death's door in the least. ]

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[MAN STANDING EMOJI?? WHY ARE WE OUTSIDE?? ARE THERE NO TELEPORTERS INSIDE???]

Just passing through.

[Technically he's not lying. If he was going to pass through the frozen wasteland and retrieve the stellaron that powered the complex web of superheated metallic springs that made up this planet's core, that still counted.

He stands way too close for her to be polite.]

Are you a native?

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My~... You must be on a long journey, then.

[ Well the teleporter is IN the tunnel it's just like. still cold. and windy.

Since he's looking over her shoulder he can see that she's typing in coordinates to somewhere north and below them; probably much further down this tunnel system... or to the other side of it. It's hard to tell from the numbers alone.

The ear closest to him perks, slightly. She seems amused by the question. ]

Do you see any others~ like me around here?

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Physical appearance has nothing to do with most things.

[Standing... a little closer... please hurry up his crops are not being watered he is dying.]

I have not heard this planet being called Mailea in - a while.

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[ She's perfectly warm, even in her (objectively, for the weather) light coat.

But she taps a few more buttons, and the teleporter gives a happy little jingle distorted and by a speaker that looks to have been crept over with ice sometime in the last few decades. And she goes to step onto the platform, assuming he'll stick close. ]

You could say~ I'm a fan of old stories. And how have you come across the name Mailea~? My friend.

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[He will stick close, actually, thanks! He closes his eyes for a moment, shaking his head like he's trying to clear it; he's starting to lose his hold on the glamour, azure scales blooming across his temples.]

I have heard of it as well. [Four hundred years ago Kind Of. He wasn't even in his Vidyadhara form; he'd slunk to one of the more remote springs as the Azure Dragon, and soaked there petulantly for twenty years.] Where are we going?