My PoV
As I slowly came to, from a peaceful slumber, I feel a light tickling sensation on my chest. Groggily opening my eyes, I'm are greeted by the adorable sight of Untsie's, kittens frolicking on top of me. Their tiny paws and soft fur create a heartwarming scene as they chase each other and playfully bat at my fingers. I couldn't help but smile at their mischievous antics, feeling a sense of joy and warmth filling my heart. Embracing the moment, I join in their playful morning routine, enjoying the simple pleasure of being surrounded by these furry little companions.
Soon after about ten minutes I let them, continue playing as I went to the bathroom to do my daily need's. Once done, and dressed I exited the bathroom, and headed out since it was the weekend. Hopping into my truck I started her up, listening as the diesel engine came to life, and black smoke blowing out of the exhaust.
Driving down, the highway I admired the scenery around me. A city so much like New York, but so different at the same time.
Turning onto an off ramp, I spotted a building that fought my interest. It was called Smith's Forge. Curious I parked in the parking lot, before heading in. "Welcome to Smith's Forge. My name is Bertram, and how can I help you?" I smiled.
"I'd like to make myself a Sword and Shield. I lack in the melee area, and needed something to help with that." Bertram nodded. "That would be 25,000 Lien." I nodded and forked over the money.
Soon Smith's Forge was engulfed in the roaring flames of the blazing furnace. The sound of hammer strikes against hot metal echoed through the dimly lit workshop as the I worked diligently on crafting a sword and shield. Sweat glistened on my brow as I carefully manipulated the glowing red steel, my hands moving with precision and skill honed through years of practice, from when I was bored.
"Careful with the hammer strikes, lad." A grizzled voice called out from the corner of the room. It was the Bertram, who had came out from the back room.
"I know, I know." I replied, my focus never wavering as I continued to shape the sword's blade. "I want this to be perfect."
Bertram chuckled, his eyes twinkling with pride. "Aye, that's the spirit. But don't lose yourself in chasing perfection, remember that there is beauty in imperfection as well."
The I nodded, taking the advice to heart as I carefully worked on the finer details of the sword. The flames danced and flickered, casting a warm glow over the workshop as the sword began to take shape, the blade gleaming in the firelight.
As the I set the sword aside to cool, I turned my attention to the shield. With steady hands, I began shaping the metal, overlapping layers to create a sturdy defense against any foe. The shield took form under my skillful hands, its surface polished to a mirror-like sheen.
"You've done well, lad." Bertram said with a nod of approval. "Your sword and shield are a testament to your dedication and craftsmanship."
The I smiled, a sense of accomplishment swelling in my chest. "Thank you. I couldn't have done it without your guidance."
As the I finished polishing the sword and shield, I stepped back to admire my handiwork. The sword gleamed in the firelight, its edge sharp and deadly. The shield stood strong and resilient, a symbol of protection and defense.
With a sense of pride, I knew that I had forged not just weapons, but tools that would serve me well in the battles to come. And as I sheathed the sword and took up the shield, I knew that I was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Saying goodbye to Bertram, I set the sword and shield in the passenger seat and started the truck up. Once that was done I left, and soon myself at a bar. Shrugging I entered it, and walked up to the Bar Tender. "What can I get for ya? Gin? Rum? Bourbon?"
"Whiskey. Hard." The Bar Tender nodded, and began making my drink when I saw something that made my heart skip a beat.
She had stunning white hair, that cascaded down her back like a waterfall of snow, drawing me in with its ethereal beauty. Her skin was as pale and smooth as moonlight, casting a wonder over me.
But it was her eyes that truly captivated me. The fiery crimson red orbs seemed to pierce through my soul, leaving me breathless and entranced. I could have easily gotten lost in those mesmerizing depths for eternity.
Her hourglass figure was a work of art, a symphony of curves and dips that begged to be explored. Her wide hips and thick toned thighs were something else. And when my eyes wandered down to her bubble butt and firm, yet soft CC-Cup breast's border lining D-Cup, I felt my mouth dry.
But it was the little extras that truly drove me wild. Her tail swished behind her, hinting at a hidden wildness. And her ears twitched with every movement, adding a touch of innocence to her otherwise seductive allure. Suddenly she smiled at me, as she sat down in the chair next to me. "Come here often?"
"I'm wish I did." She laughed, which sounded like a melody. As she laughed, her eyes sparkled with mischief, and I couldn't help but be drawn in by her charm. I flashed her a grin, feeling a rush of excitement at the prospect of flirting with such an intriguing stranger.
"Well, if I did, it would be for moments like this," I replied, leaning in slightly. "But now that you're here, I might just have to make it a regular occurrence."
She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Is that so? I think I could get used to seeing you here." Her playful tone matched the twinkle in her eyes, and I found myself eagerly falling into the rhythm of our banter.
"Your drink sir." I nodded and took my drink from the Bar Tender, who turned to the lady. "And what can I get you Loona?" Loona, just smiled. "My usual." The Bar Tender nodded, and prepared her drink.
"Loona huh? It's a beautiful name, for a beautiful lady." Loona blushed, and tucked a hair strand behind her ear. "Thank you. So what's your name?" I smiled at her, which caused her to blush harder.
"Alex." She nodded, and grabbed her drink when it appeared. Taking a drink of mine, I let the burning sensation pass through my mind. "So what's a pretty girl like yourself doing in a place like this?"
Loona blushed, and took a sip of her drink. "Family troubles." I nodded, understanding her pain. "What about you?" I paused and thought about it.
"I guess celebrating. After all my life has just entered a new chapter." Loona nodded, and took another sip of her drink, while I drank mine.
Soon for the next thirty minutes we sat there and talked. Soon we had to leave, but only after exchanging numbers. Saying goodbye to each other we went our separate ways.
Entering my truck, my phone was blown up with text messages from my team, wondering where I was. "Huh. I was wondering when they were going to text me." Replying back to them, I stayed up my truck, and began heading back to Beacon.
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A/N: And done. First chapter that isn't a rewrite. Let me know what y'all think. You to kuwebby2.
