Dorian & Rini
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
4,561
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Arrival at a Palace
Time passes...
The sky would be brazen with dark colors of rich orange and red, blues marking the meshes as the sun would be now finally dipping beyond the edge of the sea of sand while the company would be approaching the large walls of the city. The palace would now be seen as something massive, a landmark in the middle of nothing, but surrounded by a city.. The buildings seeming like they were naught but pathetic blocks littered upon the surface below. A great iron gate would open, the space by which to enter large enough to accommodate the entire party without them having to bunch up.
Inside the gate the guard who had ridden onward earlier that day would dip his head to the sight of his leader riding into the city. Around the guard were a large group of other sentinels, laden with flowing robes of purple and blue. Golden filigree of the finest craftsmanship cover such pieces of clothing by means of the cuffs of the sleeves and the collars. Large cauldrons of black ebony with the same golden design would be upon these people\'s shoulders. Each of them also had their heads bowed, arms to their sides.
\"Hail, King Dorian! Ruler of the Northern Wastes of Fornlos and the keeper of all lands beyond the Great Border!\" A herald is announced from the gate house above the group as Dorian makes his way through, laughter erupts from beyond the sentinels as a rather plump but moderately tall canine makes his way over to Dorian. This figures arms would be outstretched, his form covered in garments of shimmering gold, sash sparkling with an array of emeralds, jewels and other assorted rare rocks. Upon this male\'s cranium would be a golden beret with a fairly large red jewel imbedded into its center,
\"Dorian!\" His raucous voice bellows out as the crowd parts from his path, \"My friend, and ally, what brings you to my part of the world!\" He asks with a wide smile, paws outstretching to gesture to the city around him before they move to his hips. Dorian would have moved the hood of his cloak from his head, finally revealing his visage.
Long white hair pours from the top and back of his cranium as his face is set proudly and muscularly with high cheek bones and deep black eyes. A notable trait for those of his royal bloodline, oculars with no white pigment, naught but black encompasses the entirety of his oculars. The male\'s fur was black, a pitch black that contrasts with his white hair flawlessly, he smiles a bit with a deep chuckle as he watches the canine bound over to him,
\"Ra Razzulan, it has been quite sometime...My Company, and I are weary of endless travel and would enjoy a few days rest here.\"He states, much to the canine\'s apparent approval,
\"For Dorian, anything. Come! My servants will tend to your horses and all of your equipment...But...Oh! My!\" The Ra notices now the carriages occupants and hastily makes his way over, paws gripping the bars in order to peer in with a sneering chuckle,
\"Mmm...Dorian, looks like you\'re been spending some time with that slouch Windle! But his merchandise certainly is well worth his debauchery.\" Dorian laughs a bit as the canine keeps his gaze towards the females, not hiding the fact that he was admiring their bodies,
\"At times... At times. However, Razzulan, they will have their own quarters...I don\'t want them learning any habits from that harem of yours...\" He smirks as he sees the canine\'s joyful expression fall to shambles as he gasps and looks to Dorian,
\"Oh, come now! I would have never thought of corrupting these delicate women for my own satisfaction!\" Dorian stays quiet, just looking to the canine as the statement hangs in the air for a few moments. However, the two of them begin to laugh. The canine then looks to his servants and waves his arms, them joining in the chorus soon after.
After some moments pass until the two rulers quiet themselves and the canine then barks to his troupe,
\"Silence! Attend to our honored guests right this instant!\" He shouts, nodding as the servants hurry over to Dorian\'s supplies and horses and begin to tend to them. However, as Dorian dismounts and begins to walk with Razzulan towards the palace, Dorian\'s own guards would open the cages, collars and leashes within their paws as one of them beckons to them,
\"Come.\"
The sky would be brazen with dark colors of rich orange and red, blues marking the meshes as the sun would be now finally dipping beyond the edge of the sea of sand while the company would be approaching the large walls of the city. The palace would now be seen as something massive, a landmark in the middle of nothing, but surrounded by a city.. The buildings seeming like they were naught but pathetic blocks littered upon the surface below. A great iron gate would open, the space by which to enter large enough to accommodate the entire party without them having to bunch up.
Inside the gate the guard who had ridden onward earlier that day would dip his head to the sight of his leader riding into the city. Around the guard were a large group of other sentinels, laden with flowing robes of purple and blue. Golden filigree of the finest craftsmanship cover such pieces of clothing by means of the cuffs of the sleeves and the collars. Large cauldrons of black ebony with the same golden design would be upon these people\'s shoulders. Each of them also had their heads bowed, arms to their sides.
\"Hail, King Dorian! Ruler of the Northern Wastes of Fornlos and the keeper of all lands beyond the Great Border!\" A herald is announced from the gate house above the group as Dorian makes his way through, laughter erupts from beyond the sentinels as a rather plump but moderately tall canine makes his way over to Dorian. This figures arms would be outstretched, his form covered in garments of shimmering gold, sash sparkling with an array of emeralds, jewels and other assorted rare rocks. Upon this male\'s cranium would be a golden beret with a fairly large red jewel imbedded into its center,
\"Dorian!\" His raucous voice bellows out as the crowd parts from his path, \"My friend, and ally, what brings you to my part of the world!\" He asks with a wide smile, paws outstretching to gesture to the city around him before they move to his hips. Dorian would have moved the hood of his cloak from his head, finally revealing his visage.
Long white hair pours from the top and back of his cranium as his face is set proudly and muscularly with high cheek bones and deep black eyes. A notable trait for those of his royal bloodline, oculars with no white pigment, naught but black encompasses the entirety of his oculars. The male\'s fur was black, a pitch black that contrasts with his white hair flawlessly, he smiles a bit with a deep chuckle as he watches the canine bound over to him,
\"Ra Razzulan, it has been quite sometime...My Company, and I are weary of endless travel and would enjoy a few days rest here.\"He states, much to the canine\'s apparent approval,
\"For Dorian, anything. Come! My servants will tend to your horses and all of your equipment...But...Oh! My!\" The Ra notices now the carriages occupants and hastily makes his way over, paws gripping the bars in order to peer in with a sneering chuckle,
\"Mmm...Dorian, looks like you\'re been spending some time with that slouch Windle! But his merchandise certainly is well worth his debauchery.\" Dorian laughs a bit as the canine keeps his gaze towards the females, not hiding the fact that he was admiring their bodies,
\"At times... At times. However, Razzulan, they will have their own quarters...I don\'t want them learning any habits from that harem of yours...\" He smirks as he sees the canine\'s joyful expression fall to shambles as he gasps and looks to Dorian,
\"Oh, come now! I would have never thought of corrupting these delicate women for my own satisfaction!\" Dorian stays quiet, just looking to the canine as the statement hangs in the air for a few moments. However, the two of them begin to laugh. The canine then looks to his servants and waves his arms, them joining in the chorus soon after.
After some moments pass until the two rulers quiet themselves and the canine then barks to his troupe,
\"Silence! Attend to our honored guests right this instant!\" He shouts, nodding as the servants hurry over to Dorian\'s supplies and horses and begin to tend to them. However, as Dorian dismounts and begins to walk with Razzulan towards the palace, Dorian\'s own guards would open the cages, collars and leashes within their paws as one of them beckons to them,
\"Come.\"