After being abandoned by her father, Delicious Franks turned to the streets for protection. Selling her body and doing drugs brought her temporary comfort and warmth. Delicious found herself being pimped out and selling her body off to men. Without...
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A grey private jet touched down with a smooth precision on the private airstrip just outside the grand city of Laaroo located in Jaku. The futuristic jet gently landed and did not disturb the speed of light. A faint red light was emitted from the jet as it landed. The jet was similar to the size of a commercial plane but it flew a like helicopter. A gold crescent of the royal family of Jaku glowed as a lightening strike flashed in the sky.
The storm had only intensified, clouds swirling overhead as if the heavens themselves were in turmoil. It seemed as if the storm had also made it way to Ukuthula as well and was not plaguing the tiny island that the main characters were currently on. The luxurious jet's metallic hull gleamed ominously under the brooding sky as the hatch opened. A loud hissing sound was performed as it danced against the sounds of the rain pounding against the sleek structure.
The large 7 foot man with heterochromia descended the jet by walking on the sleek metal stairs. His imposing stature was unwavering and firm as he looked at the sky above him with a blank stare. Dressed in a dark olive uniform that hugged against his large body tailored to perfection. There a royal insignia attached to the left side of his body with golden pins denoting his status as a high ranking general in the nation's armed forces. There was a sharp hat on his head that matched his outfit paired with white gloves. The light drizzle of rain fell onto his uniform and rolled off leaving his uniform in perfect condition.
His expression was phlegmatic, eyes narrowing as the jet's doors hissed open, revealing the powerful figures within. He was not alone on this flight. Behind him a group of 20 lower ranking soldiers behind him. Those were subordinates sent here not only to protect him but the guests he was going to pick up. The lower ranking military officials were dressed in navy suits with wood mask covering their faces. Each mask had different tribal marking and symbols drawn into it. Sharp metal spears made of ivory with steel attached at the tip.
Brutus's blue and green eyes twirled as he looked at the plane ahead of him. As general of diplomatic affairs. Brutus was in charge of balances military strength with political negotiations, representing the monarchy during peace treaties, alliances, or disputes.
Brutus stood tall, exuding authority and precision in his meticulously tailored diplomatic general's uniform. The rich olive green fabric of his coat was adorned with intricate silver embroidery, tracing the patterns of his rank and heritage.
A high collar framed his strong jawline, the edges gleaming with polished platinum insignias that marked his status. His chest bore a sash in deep crimson, symbolizing loyalty to the monarchy, fastened with a ceremonial brooch shaped like the crest of his nation.
Epaulets with silver tassels rested on his broad shoulders, subtly shimmering under the dark sky, while his uniform's cuffs displayed a series of ornate buttons and stripes, each representing years of service and key achievements. His trousers, sharply creased and tucked into polished black boots, completed the formal yet functional attire.
