Return to Savarra [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You pace your way back down the corridor and the accompanying staircase in short order, and soon you're back in the comfort of the dimly lit commons room, still mostly empty of patrons on account of the day. Those few older gents who take to an early drink give you a few whistles and catcalls, no doubt privy to what was causing that thumping above their heads just moments ago. But your stomach doesn't allow you to linger on that praise for long, as the distinctly mortal feeling of hunger has reared its ugly head at you. To address it, you take a seat at the counter, where Urag had been not... well, however long ago it was you and Cyrus went upstairs. He wasn't there in your hour of need, though, and that presented a very serious problem for a very hungry lust spirit!

Luckily, before you need cause a riot or go pilfering the others for some feed, someone emerges from a trap door situated just behind the counter. No doubt leading to a cellar beneath the inn. The woman glances up at you almost immediately after shutting the cellar's hatch, and for a tense moment, you almost see her go for the knife she keeps tucked in her belt. Then, after holding the glance for a few more moments, she lowers her hand. "No... no, you're purple. He said red." You hear her murmur under her breath.

This must be the innkeep you've heard so much... well, so comparatively little about. She's a rather striking woman, a tall, buxom thing that looks to be in her early thirties. The milky paleness of her skin is made all the more apparent by the mess of short, pitch black hair that flows around her pretty, if rather sharp, features. It lends her a masculine sort of mystique, like some of the tougher wenches you knew back in your adventuring days. The dangerous glint in her sky blue eye is enough to tell you she's of their kind, as much as the fact she seemed ready to go over the counter at you with a blade not seconds ago. Also, the fact she's only got one eye. You don't typically lose those without a fight. It's covered by a black patch that blends with the dark bangs that part on that side of the face, hiding it from view on a cursory inspection.

"Right, you're the one he was talking about. The one who brought my lost kitty back for me. I suppose I owe you my thanks. I figured the storm had gotten him caught somewhere. Didn't think the orcs would find him." She steps up to the counter, placing one hand on the polished wood and offering the other to you. You'd find she has quite a strong grip, if you decided to take it. Not half as calloused as you'd expect from a fighter, though. Innkeeps probably didn't use swords too much.

"Name's Marianne. You are? The big lug didn't tell me your name. Just that you freed Cyrus and were fucking his brains out upstairs."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Giving the cat callers naught but a quick wink as I scurry on by, I place myself down only to be presented with the disastrous sight of a missing bartender. Urag! Why have you forsaken me you big, stoic keeper of the food! I resist clawing at the counter as I sit and wait, but only just as I lean forward and pout. Fortunately for me and whomever might've been affected by whatever trouble I would have caused on my search for food, someone was not long from arriving. I tilt my head to the side as the inn keep emerges, finally being able to see her in the flesh - although I feel myself tense up as she reaches for a knife.

"Yes. Very... very purple." I say, showing off my arms. "I used to be quite pale, actually - although I mixed things up a lot. Even had freckles. I miss my freckles." I take a few moments to take her in - quite the striking figure, especially for an innkeeper. She looked like she would be more at home out in the wild rescuing damsels from foul beasts and braving daring dungeons. And she had an eye-patch. That was just an immediate extra... twenty coolness points. Although she seemed to have some issue with red skinned people? Or a specific red skinned person, it seemed... I would have to ask about that... but I had more pressing concerns first.

Taking her grip eagerly, I smile and nod. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Marianne. I am Aurora, Lust Spirit extraordinaire and patron to all adventurers, free spirits and poets. Do you happen to have something to eat? Also, if you could be so kind... I've been away for quite awhile and would love some direction in finding a way to make some coin."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Marianne blinks slowly with her good eye.

"You know, spirits typically don't come looking for handouts. Or food in general." She's quick to note, although she seems to acquiesce to your request. She disappears behind the counter again, wandering into what must be a kitchen of some kind that has its entrance in the wall where the barrels of booze hang. After a couple of minutes, she returns to you, a wooden bowl full of some kind of stew in one hand and a chunk of bread in another. It's quite hardy fare, though you imagine most food in the kind of climate tended to be. An accompanying wooden spoons floats in the rich brown broth.

"You'll have to forgive my suspicion, but our little town is having a bit of a crisis right now, so I'm gonna need an answer; what do you mean you've been away for a while?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

I garble back a thank you through mouthfuls of food as I start to chow down as soon as the food is in front of me, barely stop to breath between scooping my spoon of stew into my mouth and taking hasty bite of bread to follow it down. After a few moments of this savage eating I pause and blink innocently up at Marianne for a few moments. Setting the spoon and bread down for a moment I gingerly wipe my mouth before glancing around. "Well... I mean, its kind of a long... and embarrassing story... really... so do we really need to go into it?" I ask, waving my hand dismissively. Although with the look on Marianne's face being enough to let me know that - yes, we do really need to go into it, I sight and start tapping my index fingers together as I talk.

"I may have been... away... as in... not here. Or anywhere really. A long... long, long, long, long, loooong time ago I sort of... lost... all my followers and all my energy... and eventually just... vanished. Poof. No more Aurora. I mean, I was still here - or more accurately, up in my temple in the mountains over yonder - just not strong enough to be awake and manifest myself." I laugh nervously before adding "But now I'm back! Yay! Although to tell the truth I don't know how or why I came back. I sort of just got hit with this wave of... weird... unfamiliar energy. It was kind of hot, actually, but also very evil. Like a sexy evil. Whatever it was it woke me up but I've been stuck in what seems to be a mostly mortal body since. Hence the hunger... and lack of god given powers. I've gotten even better with ropes though!"

I cast my gaze back down to my food before looking back up at Marianne. "This... crisis... Does this have anything to do with you almost drawing a knife on me earlier? What, have you got a sexy red woman trying to take over the world through sheer sexiness or something?" I say with a light chuckle. "Seriously though, whats the problem? How can I help?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"It does, in fact." Marianne replies, sighing to herself and pulling out a small stool from beneath the other side of the bar. She plops down atop it, casting a gaze out the frosted glass windows on the front of the inn.

"About a week or so ago, a real bad snowstorm hit Hawkenthorne. Now, snowstorms, those are common here in the Frost Marches; it's practically in the name. But not in the middle of spring, and not without at least a chill rolling in before them. Some of the townsfolk called it a bad omen, I told them they were being paranoid. Turns out, totally was a bad omen. A bunch of cultists had gathered up in the old temple on the hill and started some Godsforsaken ritual. By the time anybody was wise to what they were doing, they were already doing it." She tells you, tapping the bar irately. Must not like being wrong.

"I don't know the specific of what they were doing, but the town's priest, Heinrich, went marching up there to go and stop them. Used to be a Paladin in his heyday, so he's not unacquainted with occultists doing fucked up stuff. From what he told me once we'd gone up to pull him out of the wreckage, they opened some kind of a portal or something. Where it went to, I don't know. But something came through it. A red woman, he says, with wings, hooves, horns, the whole deal. Portal collapsed, blew the temple to smithereens, and the bitch took off to the North like a bat out of hell." She gestures to your less than human features.

"You can see why I'd thought to stab you in the face when I came up from the cellar. You don't exactly look unlike what he described. Say you're telling me the truth, you're some old fairy tale nobody remembers anymore... I reckon the energy from whatever the hell made that portal must've been what woke you up. Might've made you into... this, as well." The innkeep pauses your conversation, serving up a mug of ale to an older Lupine man before returning to your side, giving you time to mow over her theory.

"It sure as hell changed the land around here, whatever it is. Centaurs to the south have been going crazy, animals in the woods to the north are fuck hungry and rabid. Even the hornetfolk up that way are losing their minds. That's not to mention the fuckin' orcs to the east. They predated the ritual, I'll admit, but the encampment they've got looks to house thousands of the bastards. Not the kind of force a small town like this is able to repulse. I'd sent Cyrus out to go scout the area and try to find me some concrete numbers I could give the Baroness, but the storm hit about a day or two after he left, and now here we are." Another sigh leaves her lips, as she reaches up to message her temples.

"Came to this cold, dreary place to get some peace. Figured not many people would be crazy enough to start shit here. Guess I was wrong. Everything's gone to shit in the span of a couple weeks and I've got no clue how to begin stopping it all. But hey, if you're some divine spirit, maybe you'll piss a little wisdom my way on where to begin." She pauses for a moment.

"That's a figure of speech, by the way. Don't actually like... you know. Don't piss anywhere."

[Lazy Kitsune]

I had to stop a hand from idly tracing my horns as she spoke, feeling a pit grow in my stomach. My tail curled slowly around my waist as I cast a sombre gaze down towards my legs. I lifted my hand into my view for a moment, examining the purple tint of my skin. Not red, but not far off. There was no mistaking it - there were far too many similarities with the woman Marianne described for it to be a coincidence. But how could something be so powerful that their mere presence changed my appearance and seemed to take away my ability to reshape myself? And why couldn't I get wings, too? That would have at least been cool!

I listened intently to the rest of what Marianne had to say. Well, that at least explained what Cyrus was doing before he got captured by those orcs. And the way everything seemed to be acting up - it reminded me of how I felt when I returned. That overpowering, all consuming primal lust. Was that what connected me to this new entity? Our connection to passion? But the way she was using it... twisting it... forcing it upon the world. It was... wrong. I've had to put up with so many people giving lust a bad name already, now there was someone who embodied everything they tried to make me seem like.

"Sounds like you need a hero. I volunteer." I say, raising my spoon heroically into the air. And then bringing it back down to return to eating my stew. "Hmm~ Good stew, by the way. Hey, so, does being a hero pay or what? I'm going to need to raise money for adventuring gear and food and... whatever else money is used for these days." I start saying, taking occasional pauses to swallow. "Now, I know- I'm a lust spirit. Surely I could just raise a crap pile of coin by getting people to pay for sex. Except that's kind of against my whole... shtick, I suppose? Like, I've got nothing wrong with the profession in general, but sex is a bit sacred to me, you know. I'm already getting a lot from the act - it just wouldn't be right to charge people for it. So I'm going to have to find a job that isn't sex to get coin. Although its not like I'm only capable of being sexual. Mmph~ Ooh~ This bread is also very good~ That or it just seems that way because I haven't eaten in... essentially forever." I continue to moan a little as finish up my food, not really reining in the noises of my enjoyment as I ate.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Most stories don't have the hero begging for food." Marianne is quick to grumble despite your compliments to the chef. She gives a few thoughtful taps across the countertop when you muse over what kind of work you could get up to.

"You sound like those cat priests with that 'sex is sacred' stuff. Pretty sure they take donations regardless." She hikes up a hand, pointing off to the northwest wall of the tavern. "Could be that some of the townfolk might need help doing odd jobs, now that the roads aren't as safe as they used to be. You'll probably want to at least arm yourself before you start offering to beat up bandits, so you'll wanna talk to Kyris. He runs the town's smithy, up the road that ways, and is a pretty amicable guy. I'm sure you could work out something with him to at least get something to fight with."

Her eye drifts then down to your chest, where your cloak is parted by your arms. She makes no illusions about scoping out the curve of your breasts, but eventually pulls herself back on top. "Seeing as though you're buck-naked, you might want to head over to the tailor to get something most substantial. You probably already know where her shop is, on account of that cloak being one of hers. Aside from that... no clue if you spirit folks need them, but we've also got a little alchemist shop. It's just across the way from the tailor, run by a little goblin woman. That's about all of what I expect a 'hero' to need."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Most stories are told by bards that gloss over the less glorious parts. Ooh, that reminds me, I need to get a bard at some point..." I murmur that last part to myself mostly, adding it to my mental checklist. "Hah, guess there'll be more than the one cat person I'm going to get along swimmingly with. Donations are fine, sure. Any gratitude people choose to show for my services is welcome."

Everything she was saying was extremely helpful and left me with a good sense of what things I would need to sort out next, although I was surprised by how openly she seemed to check me out. Not one to be shy, I slide my arms slightly apart a little more - innocently enough, but parting my cloak enough to give her a completely unobscured view of what I had to offer. I didn't take her for the type to stare like that, although her husband got a decent look earlier when I arrived, so it was only fair that she did as well. "Alright, smith, tailor, alchemist and side quests! Got it. Anything I can do to help out here while I'm at it? Could pick up a tailor made apron while I'm out... or a 'vigour' potion for your big burly lover. Not that there'd be anything wrong with his vigour, of course, but a little extra never hurts... well, doesn't hurt in a bad way."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"You've already met one. Cyrus usually makes his coin through tips here, but he likes to go wandering around to 'find muse in the Marches'. Which I take to mean 'stuffing my cock where it ought not be', if I'm honest." Marianne replies with a soft shrug of her shoulders. The little roll of your own shoulders that sees your cloak opening more gathers her glance once more, and she takes an unabashed view of the curves of your body, a flattering hunger in her eyes not unlike that of a predator singling out its prey. She eventually decides to pull her eye off your tits and focus back on your face when you ask her if she wants anything. A soft chuckle follows.

"You're not familiar with orcs, are you? About once or twice a month, the men go into a rut. I hear they call it 'white week' in their villages and camps; I'll give you one guess as to why. When he gets like that, all the poor thing can think about is pumping fat load after fat load into a woman until he doesn't have any more to blow. I can't hardly walk until the week's done." She admits with a soft flush, though you can tell it's more from the memories than any kind of shame, which she is distinctly lacking.

"If... ah, forget it. I barely know you. Maybe some other time. This little place acts as a nerve center for the town; everyone in this part of the world likes their booze, and my husband makes the strongest this side of the Eastern Sea. If I hear anything, I'll pass it along for you, and you can pass some of the earnings onto me." She flicks the bowl of stew for emphasis.

"Trying to run a business, you know."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Dwelling on Marianne's words, I rest my head in my palm, gently biting on the tip of my pinky's fingernail. This of course leaves my tits placed atop the counter as I lean forward but, oh well, these things happen. "Mmmh~ I'm going to have to visit one of these villages during a 'white week' sometime..." I sigh, a yearning look in my eyes as I let my mind wander, guided by Marianne's words.

I bring my attention back to her, although there was nothing that could be done with the wet patch I was going to leave behind on this stool by this point. She seemed to have something else she wanted to ask of me... although there was no need to push the matter right away. I'll let her bring it up when she feels comfortable about it. We'll have time to get to know each other better after all.

"Thanks Marianne. I'll be sure to repay you however I can." I say, finish up the last of my stew with a grin. With some food finally into me I let out a happy sigh, rubbing my tummy as I lean back on my stool. "That hits the spot. Alright, I should probably pay that tailor a visit first. Not that I mind people staring, but I think at some point the girls are going to get too distracting. Pleasure meeting you, Marianne." Pulling my cloak closed again, I turn and hop off of the stool, giving the innkeeper a wave and a wink before I head off outside to go do some shopping. Or trading and negotiating at least, given I still lacked coin.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"I'm sure the women will be thankful for your sacrifice," Marianne pipes as she does away with the dirtied bowl, waving you off in the process. "Good luck."

Back out on the streets you're taken aback by the cold, perhaps made all the more aware of it now that you've experienced warmth. Tightening your cloak, you make your way down the street you had followed Cyrus along not all that long ago. It's fairly easy to spot out the tailor, both from memory and the fact the humble little building has a sign with a shirt emblazoned on it hanging from atop the door, for those of little literacy. The door opens easily as you pull it open and head on inside.

If the size of the building wasn't an indication, it was rather cozy inside. Lit by a few lanterns hanging off the walls here and there, most of the floor space is taken up by a variety of rudimentary mannequins that display the wares of its proprietor. As you imagine, most of it is of a hardy breed, tunics and pants made for the woodsman and hunters that make up the bulk of Hawkenthorne's economy. Perfect for the adventurer on the go, who seeks fortune out in the wilderness. There are a few more delicate pieces mixed in, and you spot at least one wooden torso of a feminine variety sporting what looks to be lacy lingerie!

"One second, hun." You hear, called from a back room that is situated behind a small desk that you imagine functions as a counter. It takes a little more than a second, but soon a woman appears from the darkness of what you come to understand is a stockroom, her arms full of fabric. She's certainly a sight for sore eyes, and not just for your appreciation of the sensual... she's a mothwoman! While she sports the fine features and long, pointed ears of elven kind, the tailor sports a coat of soft, downy fluff that extends from her wrists all the way up to the top of her biceps. It starts again, surrounding her neck with a fuzzy mane that makes you want to bury your face into it.

It certainly isn't the only thing on her you'd want to bury your face in either; the curvaceous mothgirl has quite the pair of tits, around as large as Marianne and yourself, though unlike the former, she wears a low-cut linen blouse that shows plenty of her soft, pink-tinted tit flesh. It's made all the more prominent by a leather corset she wears beneath it, and you struggle to wonder how the men of the town get their pants sized properly, what with the sudden growth they're like to experience during measurements. It's not her only eye drawing feature, you find, as the insectoid girl's hourglass figure is heavily accentuated by the flare of her hips, prodigious in their width, and what looks to be a fittingly large back end that you can't help but want to squish, all packed into a tight, form fitting pair of doeskin pants.

She giggles just a tad as she sets down the clothing in her hands. Tucking a strand of her snowy, mid-length hair behind her ear, she eyes you with crimson orbs, a smile on her pretty features.

"You must be Cyrus' new friend, hm? He seemed like he was in such a rush when he came in here earlier; I see why now! I'd be in a rush to get you home too." She flirts.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Shivering to shake off the cold as I slip into the cosy, lantern lit tailor, I sigh with relief as the door shuts behind me, cutting off the cold air of the Frost Marches. Rubbing my hands together beneath my cloak, alternating between warming each set of knuckles, I take a moment to let my eyes wander across the clothes displayed on the mannequins before me. The clothes appear welcomingly warm and definitely sturdy enough to weather treks through the wilderness and beyond, precisely the sort of attire I would be looking for. Although the occasional presentation of more delicate works spark my interest, perhaps warranting a return visit when I had some coin to spare.

The proprietor proved to be as alluring to look at as some of these finer pieces, if not more so - especially with the way her outfit complimented her form so well. A good sign indeed that this tailor would be worth whatever cost she would require from me. I slight smirk raises my cheeks as I look over the mothwoman's enticing features, a fine mix of exotic, familiar and sensual. I pinch the sides of my cloak with my fingers as I curtsy, letting the fabric part open as I do so.

"Aurora. Pleasure to meet you." I say with a smile. "Indeed I am. At its quite a lovely cloak he fetched for me, I'm already a fan of your work. Although I feel he was more worried what trouble I might get up to if left alone for too long... not that he seemed to mind what did happen once he got me home." I giggle a little, my tail swishing and curling a little behind me as I spoke.

"As you can see, I'm a little short on... ah..." I part my arms wide "Everything. Although I don't expect to be given anything for free just because I'm pretty. I'd be incredibly grateful if you'd be willing to exchange an outfit for a favour or any job you need getting done or help with. I'm looking to get into a bit of heroics, you see, although I doubt I'll get very far prancing around the Frost Marches like this."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Nmm.. I'd heard things were getting bad outside the walls, but to steal somebody's clothing?" The mothgirl mumbles to herself as she bends from side to side to view the whole of your body under your cloak, nibbling on the thumb she brings up to her lips in thought. You can see a pair of gossamer wings, in a brilliant shades of pastel blue and pink flutter from between her shoulder blades as she does so, eventually standing straight. After a few seconds of consideration, she smiles sweetly.

"Of course I'll help you out. I'm always looking for favors. I'm Priscilla, by the way." She tells you innocently enough, and trots over to her small desk. You hear her fumbling around behind it, opening a few drawers here and there, before she eventually finds what she's looking for. The mothgirl approaches with a length of rope in hand, with small black marks all across it at equal intervals. Likely to measure the distance between things.

"I'm going to need to measure you. Lucky for you, most girls up here in the Marches are, erm... gifted, like yourself, so I should have plenty of pre-made items that will fit." She says, cupping her own chest for emphasis. She doesn't so much as wait for your go ahead before descending upon you, holding the length of rope along your arms, legs, hips, waist, thighs and chest. It's rather... well... ticklish! The fluff on her arms is incredibly soft, and the feather light touches she uses while sizing you up only make you want to squirm. The way she giggles here and now makes you realize it might not be entirely unintentional on her part.

"Do you have any preference on what kind of things you'd like to wear? Materials, things like that?" She asks you while circling the base of your tail with her rope, using the occasion to 'accidentally' press a hand into your bottom.

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Well it's not quite as simple as all that... although I did run into some Orcs trying to steal a whole person. That's how I met Cyrus. Did he tell you how good I am with knots?" I say, taking the time to converse so she could take the time to get as much of a look at me as she wanted. Although as Priscilla was about to get a much closer inspection anyway, and had just grabbed the measuring rope to do so with, I decided to aid the lovely mothgirl by unclasping my own cloak and neatly setting it to the side. No reason to hide anything here, and while I was currently enjoying the warmth of indoors, my recent trek through the cold of Hawkethorne's streets had left my hot pink nipples budding from the chill atop my lilac hued breasts - ready to excite any curious onlookers.

"I've certainly noticed..." I murmur, overtly eyeing up Priscilla's own rack as she cups it on approach. I lift my arms up, letting her measure me as freely as she wished to. I find my grin widening as her exploration proves to tip just slightly into more teasing territory than a simple measurement, and I lick my lips thoughtfully while casting my gaze upwards only to find myself returning her giggle with one of my own once I hear it.

"Hmmm..." I draw the noise out, thoughtfully but softly, as I part my legs a little and nudge my rear back towards her hand to give her a sense of its full plushness. "I doubt my usual tastes would be all that suited for travelling in the cold. Alas, I'll be requesting out of necessity rather than anything else this time, although I can always come back again another time for something a little more fun~ For now though... I'll need something warm and a little hardy." I tilt my head from side to side as I think, letting my tail sway about in a similar manner, 'accidentally' giving Priscilla a few light swats on her rear. "A wool inlay with a leather exterior, if at all possible. If that's a bit much, whatever you think'll give me some soft, warm inner wear while I get to wear something a bit hardier... but coincidentally form fitting outer wear..."

"Oh, and maybe a big floofy bit around my collar or shoulders. I like floofy bits."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Oh, don't worry. The more I give you now, the more I'll be able to twist your arm into doing for me later." Priscilla pipes cheerily, finishing up the last of her measurements. She takes her rope back over to the counter, and rattles off a few numbers onto a slip of parchment with a piece of charcoal, then sets off across the room to various piles of garments neatly folded away, pulling some from here and there, until she's amassed a nice pile that she proceeds to carry back over to you. She sets the pile on the floor beside you, and gets to work with pulling out the garments one by one.

"The panties have a hole for your tail. You'd think that would hurt their value, but when half your customers are wolf-girls, you'd be surprised by how desirable a slit on the ass is." She tells you, handing you a pair of fairly plain, but surprisingly soft linen undergarments. Ever the attentive seamstress, she aids you in any difficulty you have slipping your newly acquired appendage through the hole until your bottom is snuggly covered. The same follows for the bra, which feels rather foreign, but you suppose having the girls kept bound will make fighting much more comfortable.

Next comes a pair of rather supple brown leather pants, which to your specification are rather form fitting, and hug the curves of your hips and thighs quite well. Like the underwear, it too has a hole positioned in the back for your tail to swish freely. She follows that with a plain, but breathable long sleeve linen shirt not too dissimilar to the one she wears, in that like her own it has a deep collar that shows off an alluring amount of cleavage, even without the benefit of a corset. Lest you worry too much about getting cold, she drapes a leather coat around your shoulders, the inside covered in a soft fleece that helps trap body heat. To your blissful surprise, the woolen fluff is sewn up around the collar, providing you with the floof you had asked for. She finishes the wardrobe by handing you off a pair of sturdy leather boots, the likes of which come up to your mid-calf.

"There, that ought to do it. Nice and sturdy, easy to get out of, gives the boys a show." She declares as she looks you over.

"Normally, something like this would set you back two hundred, maybe two hundred fifty electrum. Leather's pricey, you know." She clucks, as if scolding you. Her soft pink lips quickly quirk into a smile though. "Buuut, we can settle the cost later. For now, it'll do."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Must have a lot of use for favours, then." I say, watching with a hint of amusement as Priscilla seems to dart from point to point within her cosy little store with impressive efficiency and sense of purpose, gathering up the assortment of garments she's decided would suit me and my interests. "I'm sure I'll be in again, but if you want to come and find me I'll be staying at Marianne's inn. If I'm not there, you can leave a message with her or Urag. They'll be able to pass it along when I next show up."

I had maybe a little too much fun slipping my tail through my new pantie hole. It was like a little game and while I seemed to fumble quite a bit, it felt like good practice for whenever I may need to slip my tail into any other type of hole. Goodness, and have I ever worn a bra before? Perhaps once or twice when I was mortal, but even then it was only to find an exciting way to take them off. Still, I had new concerns, and since when was I ever one to have trouble adapting to new circumstances? I was queen of trying new things and going with the flow. Modesty was just a new form of experimentation. Plus without my spirit powers in full force I might actually need to worry about proper back support.

I'm incredibly delighted with the leather pants she provides me, not only for the opportunity to play the tail hole game again. I find myself smacking my own rear once its snug and tight inside my new pants, grinning eagerly. The low neckline on the shirt she hands me just goes to show good Priscilla is at catering to her customer's tastes. Sure, the patrons at the inn might be more than a little disappointed to see me return clothed, but its not like they'll be starved for something to look at. And the leather coat... it was more than I could have hoped for. Putting that on, I felt like a real adventurer. "Ahh!" I squeal slightly "Look!" I brush my finger against the wool fluff around the collar. "Its even got the floof! Aww, this is the best, thanks Priscilla!" Finally I wiggle each foot in turn after slipping on the boots, nodding in approval.

"Huh?" I say, scratching the side of my head a little. "Is... that a lot?" Sure, I had plenty of excuses. Economies change with time. Currencies change with time. As a spirit, I never really needed to worry about money and it had been so long I simply had no clear memory of my mortal life. But the truth was I remembered enough of my mortal life to know that even then I didn't really need to worry about money. I was a princess. A princess everyone doted on. A princess that got gods to give her gifts. Up until today, money didn't mean much to me. I appreciated when people gave it to me because I understood it was important to them, but I would often never spend it on myself. Money donated to me or one of my temples would either be spent on caring for my followers or helping local communities.

I pick back up the cloak from the ground, brushing it down. Its function was mostly covered by the leather coat now, although swapping the two out every so often would work well. Besides, this was a gift Cyrus gave me. My first gift since returning. That was important. More so than money ever would be to me. I bundled it up in my arms and held it close to my chest. "Well, thank you so, so, so, so... sooo much for this Priscilla. I'll be sure to return the favour when asked. My door will be open for you." I say with a wink "Is there anything more you'll need from me now? Hey, do you know the smithy, uh... Kyris, by the way? I'm off to see him next, get myself kitted out to be a proper adventurer."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Priscilla seems quite pleased with herself when you react with delight to the outfit she's assembled for you. You imagine most shopkeepers are proud when they manage to make a customer happy, otherwise there wouldn't be that much of a reason to open up a shop, or many customers to visit it. She waves you off when you mention not knowing how much money that was in the end, but doesn't answer you one way or another. Must be that it isn't that much... or she likes being able to hold an amount of money you can't comprehend the value of over you. But surely she wouldn't do that! She looks so sweet!

"I do have a way with opening doors." Priscilla says with a cheeky flutter of her wings. The mothgirl returns to her desk and settles down on what must be a chair behind it, humming thoughtfully to herself when you ask her about the blacksmith.

"I'm acquainted with him, yes. He's the big minotaur fellow with the shop up north, by the gate to the Old Woods. It's pretty difficult to miss, on account of the anvil on the sign and the forge puffing up smoke on the side." She tells you, mirroring the vague directions Marianne had given.

"He's a bit shy, in a way that's rather adorable, considering he's near enough eight feet tall and can bend bronze with his hands. Don't you go taking advantage of him with those feminine wiles, now. I'm well aware of how flattering my clothing can be." The tailor teases.

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Oh, are there many minotaurs in Hawkethorne?" I ask, my mind recalling the bull man I ran into on my way into town steering a wheelbarrow full of ore. It now seemed all too likely that that could be Kyris, especially if they weren't a common sight around here. Well, that just means we're already at least somewhat acquainted - the sight of a naked lust spirit prancing around town was hardly something you were likely to forget over the course of a single afternoon. Although I suppose I could have reined in my eagerness to great someone somewhat at the time, to avoid making such an... unusual first impression.

"Ah, but where's the fun in that?" I ask with a wink, giving my tightly covered rear a little shake and even adjusting the neckline of my shirt a little to get more of my cleavage on display. "Thanks again Priscilla. Do let me know when you have something I can help you with. See you around." I say, giving the mothgirl a wave goodbye and blowing her a kiss as I exit her storefront, looking around quickly to try and orientate myself and head north towards Kyris's smithy, holding the cloak bundled in my arms close as I walk back through the cold.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The walk through Hawkenthorne's streets is much less exhilarating without your nude body on display, but at least you don't need to worry about making too much of a scene, or freezing your poor nipples off in the brisk afternoon chill. Being that the town is rather small, it doesn't take you all that long to navigate down the wide dirt roads that comprise the main streets all the way back to the main plaza where the inn sits off of. From there, it's a quite trip northwards as far as the road will go, taking you past what looks to be some kind of temple, several residential buildings, and eventually the sight of a mostly stone structure from which a metal bar sticks out into the street, dangling a heavy oak sign from bronze chains that has a black anvil burnt into it. You spot an open, but covered, outbuilding that attaches to the side of the main shop. Within its confines are all the equipment a smith might need to forge metal, including a large forge and a smelting furnace that pumps thick, black smoke into the air above the shop as it boils away at whatever Kyris has deposited within. No doubt why he keeps such equipment in an external workshop.

You don't see the minotaur man, however, which reduces the possibilities of where he could be to just one; inside his shop. Seeing as though the door is unlocked and it is in fact a place of business, going inside to talk him up seems obvious.

Yet, when you enter the utilitarian brick-and-mortar building, you don't see him standing by the counter. Even the little bell above the door that rings to announce your presence doesn't alert him. Instead, you're alerted to something yourself. Like most of the shops you've been privy to, there's a doorway leading into a backroom of some sort not too far behind the counter, and from within you can hear the deep, bellowing grunts of a man engaged in hard labor, though from the lack of hammering that accompanies each hard grunt, you get the idea he might be beating something other than a billet... Though the question was, did you dare to sneak in and take a peak at what he was working on? Or perhaps exercise caution and wait it out?

[Lazy Kitsune]

It was quite a different experience walking through the streets of town without drawing almost everyone's attention as I went by. While I definitely missed the attention, I knew that spending all day every day naked would just get too distraction, for myself as much as anyone else. There would be plenty of chances to show myself off behind closed doors after all, at least until I restore enough of my power to shrug off such mortal discomforts as cold.

Once I finally reach the warmth of the smithy, a warmth extended to its exterior as well as the heat from the furnace in the outbuilding keeps the air around the shop alive, I feel more relaxed about my whole situation. Experiencing life like this, it was providing me with an adventure of my own. There was excitement to be had in even the inconveniences of day to day living. Inconveniences such as a shopkeeper not seeming to be anywhere to be found.

For a moment I'm about to announce my presence after the bell at the front doesn't seem to alert Kyris to my presence, however swiftly identifying the sounds carrying throughout the shop, I instead hold my voice - a smirk pulling at my lips. I quietly work my way towards the counter, my tail curling and dancing in the air, as my eyes focus on the doorway behind the counter. The noises coming from within certainly made it sound like Kryis was working with a lot of... gusto. I lick my lips at the thought. What was it Priscilla had said? Eight feet tall and can bend bronze with his hands. Certainly warranting further inspection. I place my cloak neatly onto the counter and slip over to the other side, gingerly making my way towards the door to the backroom.

Instead of peaking inside, however - I had been told he was the shy sort after all and therefore not likely the type who would appreciate prying eyes - I instead lean my back against the wall beside the door and take a few moments to listen in, trying to pick up on the rhythm of his breathing. Grinning mischievously, I wait until it sounds like he's reaching a crescendo before cutting in with my voice to throw him off before he gets a chance to finish.

"You know you should really lock your doors if you won't be tending the front desk. Anyone could walk in."