Serenity

The plains of Serene
By Nos482
Note I really need a beta for this story if interested please let me know



The serenian lord was readying his home for his sons wedding feast, sparing no expense for this special occasion. he had a large serenian game bird that was 30 lbs if it was an ounce, the smell waving through the house, making his mouth water, a sweet gelatin dessert made from mage fruit, a large soufflés as well as 100 other succulent and delicious foods fit for a king, enough ale, whine and other spirits to keep the party far into the night, jugglers, dancers, and many other forms of entertainment for his guests for it wasn’t everyday your son married such a fine match it would be just several hours before the festivities began.

Jack was hunting in the serenian forests killing time before his feast. Looking forward to the evening to see his betrothed he hadn’t seen her since his betrothal feast a year ago. His steed beneath him a large bipedal saurian like creature standing 20 hands tall with 2 goat-like horns sticking from the back of its scull with a curved parrot like beak, long whip like tail. its speed almost 50 mph. Called a ra'zo he was wearing his standard hunting garb. an old shirt long black pants, and a hunters cape, in the holster on the saddle was a laser rifle, he was hunting the elusive and sometimes deadly Pterois, a medium sized bird reptile like creature who was known to attack its hunters.. yet the meat so succulent and sweet that one could almost get addicted to it. he heard a screech from behind turning his head his face turned ashen the Pterois's long claws were extended dropping down on him, as he rolled off his steed holding his rifle he managed two shots before he hit the ground. A pained squawk and the sound of a heavy thud let him know the shots found their mark.

tying his prize on the saddle his smile was wide as a mile. Alexis would love this he thought to himself still sore from the drop from the ra'zo. Climbing back on he put his rifle back and gripped the reins traveling back home it would leave him just enough time to wash up, shave and sneak a mug of ale before people began showing up. As he rode through the gates patting his prize behind him as he waved to the guard. ”hey frank look at this beauty think Marietta will have enough time to cook him up before the guests arrive?” the guard whistled admirably the large Pterois had to weigh 80 lbs, hitting the switch to open the gates the young master tipped his head kindly. The large estate house having a fenced in plateau on one side which was used for the live stock. The other side of the house had a large stable, big enough to hold Ra’zo, Dar’sac and Tri’Oxen* as he handed his mount to the stable boy he threw the heavy Pterois over his shoulder like it was a bag of grain. Whistling a Serenian festival tune as he walked to the back entrance to the kitchen,

The smells of the foods of the feast were so inviting as he walked in placing his prize down. Looking for Marietta he began to eye a cookie looking behind himself he reaches out hoping not to get caught by Marietta the old Nekonian* cook as he snuck into the silver tray on the table, he reaches for one of the cookies the cook had out thinking he could get away with one cause, she wasn’t around raising it half way to his mouth, when with the quickness of a cat that all her species possessed her grey hair and spectacles making her look older than her years. With small cat ears behind her old fashioned hair due. a hard metal spoon smacked his hand as her voice yelled out "Back away from the desserts young master, not a crumb till you wash yourself!” he began grumbling away “how the heck does she do that? He grumbled” he rubbed his hand sorely more bitter at being caught than the slight smack. his father standing by the window chuckling "I see Marietta is as quick as ever in her old age." to which he answered "yeah and non the sweeter it seems" "oh you know her she always gets cranky when we have a feast." smirking mischievously his father tries to hide his mug of ale behind his back realizing he had been caught.. "you read my mind father" pulling out his own mug from under the table the ale barrel was mounted on. and pours himself a cup. sitting across from each other they sip their drinks relaxing as they enjoy their ales they hear the sounds of the bells chiming noticing the time he groans I’ve still got to wash up..


Drawing up his bath water he selected his celebration clothes. hanging them on a hook adding some bath oils, masculine yet a pleasing scent, his muscular nude body stepping into the hot water, laying back and relaxing as he began to wash up letting his long black masculine mane into the bath washing until he could almost melt away. eyes closing close to drifting away in the euphoria. It was so good to be a noble he thought to himself as he laid back enjoying the warmth of the water.

As he finished his bath he dried off admiring his muscular body built by working with his fathers field workers his hands course from years of work barely looking like a noble boys hands, the mark of An Adams being Farmers hands, working beside his subjects and servants. yet he was still fed better than some of his fathers men. after the wedding the next weekend, he would be taking over his fathers lordship, after years of training of the noble arts sword play, leadership, and government. his mind thought about the stress, and hard work taking his father's position would be. as he pulled on his clothing tying his hair into the noble braided ponytail of a young lord. tying his fathers old cyber sword and sheath to his right hip. he quickly took a breath/teeth cleaning pill that worked similar to alka-seltzer. swishing the resulting froth back and forth making his teeth white as milk as he spit into the sink and took a swig of water. Checking everything in the mirror he steps out almost running into Marie the Cooks Grand daughter, and the daughter of The large Lion like Carl the Game keeper, she was nervous, trying to make sure she had everything around when she looks and sees him her fur poorly hiding her blush. “umm hi Jack sorry about that got to help Grandma you know.. Sprinting off. Jack said hi.. But she was already out of earshot. Marie was his oldest friend. They were born just days apart yet she acted younger than him. She was like the sister his late mother had never had . Lately he had noticed a nervousness in her around him especially when Jan was to come over.

Leaving the wash room he began wondering about how different things might have been if his older brother hadn’t of run off to join the Emperor’s legion at the tender age of sixteen. Was he still alive..? No one knew for sure as after father’s reaction he had not communicated with them. Which left him in his present situation as first in line for his father's dukedom

as the music played he drank ale, listened to music and watched the entertainment his father had hired.