There was once a time, where I roamed the very first lands of the newly built world. Vivid grassy green vast lands with Oak trees nearly big as the oldest mountains (such as Ol’rocky Stook Mountain himself) that stood tall among the valleys themselves.
Though the world had only just begun to take place; foundations being built, stones put in place, and hierarchies were being made. Yet, this world was full of divine and amazing people.
People, whom I could trust, live and breathe with happily. These were the people were once my most trusted colleges of all time- but as for their names time had forgotten. As throughout that time, we renamed ourselves instead of our birth names, which time had forgotten.
Clearly, that did not stop us. Of course it wouldn’t, why would it?
We decided to split up the newly build kingdom equally among us, though there was originally eight of us only five still remain. The name that we are known by you may ask? Well, I happen to know only one. That one name, that one special name, which could define beauty in it’s own selfish right just by hearing it from another person. One would seek pleasure to hear the name as I’ve heard from a few rumours- if not, some even pay to just to know the name. But I’ll tell more about that as we go along… Shall we continue?
Our Second story starts in the Far East, where the majestic lands roamed, and riches were built on cathouses, tea, and poppy seeds.
All home grown of course, I have to say, that most of their teas are rich in flavour but bright in colour. And the very famous cathouses themselves? Pah!
Well, they are all a bunch of stupid whores anyway, whores that couldn’t find anything better or else to do with their lives, so why should I care? Well, our story starts in one and ends in one that why. Should I dare say that again.
The countries name you ask? It was The Empire of Adderlan, as for he himself was well known for having allies all-round the world, a clever army force of nineteen thousand men specializing in being in longshot fire rangers and deadly silent kills.
He was also one of the most famous predecessors of Jusan-Juan, who was assassinated by an unknown murderer, and yet, that same mysterious murderer is still widely unknown to this very day.
Moving on from that, the man had an eye for lust, not love, but lust itself.
As for the girls would fall at his crotch to lust at his very own unique cathouse, with ornate picturesque details inside and out.
But yes, they would spend all their dimes there if they could. (Though this was for some, their only dying wish.)
But, the man was hard to please, as he was picky who he chose.
Who would he choose then? Well, from what many have been told, and what myself have heard. The women were not any old average women, as for the women that he fucked were all virgins. -Beautiful women at that too. They’re assets would impress anyone, if he ever showed off those women that he fucked, that’s for sure.
This is where he got his nickname ‘Eros’ the male god of lust.
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“Ya mean to say that you’re probably around five thousand years old, and expect me to listen to this bull-crap?”
“Why yes, I do, now shut it, I’m telling a story.”
“-but”
“I’ll take away your airship.”
“Awh man!”
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This is a story starter, this may or not continue :) sorry about that... (not really) it just happens to be the way I work...~
