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etrayalogs2025-07-06 03:38 pm
odinpusrex) wrote in etrayalogs2025-07-06 03:38 pm
A Clash of Eikons - Semi-Open
WHO: Odin (Barnabas + Sleipnir), Bahamut (Dion), and YOU(?)
WHEN: 7/5 midday
WHERE: The expanse of Ochreward
WHAT: Just a couple of magical kaiju having themselves a lil duel
NOTES\WARNINGS: Mild magical violence, will update as needed
To the northern reaches of Etraya's bubble there is a long strip of land that is otherwise uninhabited. Ochreward is its name, and today it will serve as the battlefield for two giant Eikons. While their chosen arena should provide them ample area for this clash of theirs, that does not mean others would not see the towering forms of these magical beings as they bring sword and claw to one another. Their considerable size of over hundred feet would serve to earn them notice alone, but Bahamut's impressive wingspan that reaches twelve fold their height only encourages would-be onlookers in kind.
As would the spectacle of their magic and attacks.
With Odin's massive black blade cutting devastating arcs of unfathomable destruction towards his opponent, Sleipnir's hooves crackling with thunderous lightning with each step he takes upon the open air, and Bahamut's searing beams of purging light ripping across the sky as he likewise soars its expanse—one might be hard pressed not to notice. Not to mention, for those more sensitive to magical energies, this is not unlike a hurricane of magic, dark and light energies swirling and clashing like a maelstrom without cease.
The wildlife in the area is also fleeing from the vicinity, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.
Should one wish to watch the spectacle from a safe distance, or try to interfere with these giants, that is ultimately up to them, but the two seem rather focused on one another. No obvious concern is given for the destruction their attacks cause their battlefield with its otherwise underdeveloped state; they might not notice those who attempt to approach them immediately.
Though, there also was a network post regarding the whole thing, but not everyone is going to notice that when there's quite literally a clash of titans happening in their backyard.
(ooc: There will be a thread where Odin and Bahamut are fighting which will work as a reference point for anyone who wishes to have a TL on here to watch/interact with others during this whole thing, but also for those who wish to try to get involved please feel free to specify such with your TL so Ren and I can interact with it as well. If you want to try to plot anything specific please feel free to hit me up (discord is zanono/![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
ZornSable)!
Basically this is just a big kaiju battle mingle of sorts! There were bound to be some slap fights eventually!)
WHEN: 7/5 midday
WHERE: The expanse of Ochreward
WHAT: Just a couple of magical kaiju having themselves a lil duel
NOTES\WARNINGS: Mild magical violence, will update as needed
To the northern reaches of Etraya's bubble there is a long strip of land that is otherwise uninhabited. Ochreward is its name, and today it will serve as the battlefield for two giant Eikons. While their chosen arena should provide them ample area for this clash of theirs, that does not mean others would not see the towering forms of these magical beings as they bring sword and claw to one another. Their considerable size of over hundred feet would serve to earn them notice alone, but Bahamut's impressive wingspan that reaches twelve fold their height only encourages would-be onlookers in kind.
As would the spectacle of their magic and attacks.
With Odin's massive black blade cutting devastating arcs of unfathomable destruction towards his opponent, Sleipnir's hooves crackling with thunderous lightning with each step he takes upon the open air, and Bahamut's searing beams of purging light ripping across the sky as he likewise soars its expanse—one might be hard pressed not to notice. Not to mention, for those more sensitive to magical energies, this is not unlike a hurricane of magic, dark and light energies swirling and clashing like a maelstrom without cease.
The wildlife in the area is also fleeing from the vicinity, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire.
Should one wish to watch the spectacle from a safe distance, or try to interfere with these giants, that is ultimately up to them, but the two seem rather focused on one another. No obvious concern is given for the destruction their attacks cause their battlefield with its otherwise underdeveloped state; they might not notice those who attempt to approach them immediately.
Though, there also was a network post regarding the whole thing, but not everyone is going to notice that when there's quite literally a clash of titans happening in their backyard.
(ooc: There will be a thread where Odin and Bahamut are fighting which will work as a reference point for anyone who wishes to have a TL on here to watch/interact with others during this whole thing, but also for those who wish to try to get involved please feel free to specify such with your TL so Ren and I can interact with it as well. If you want to try to plot anything specific please feel free to hit me up (discord is zanono/
Basically this is just a big kaiju battle mingle of sorts! There were bound to be some slap fights eventually!)
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How much of a compliment is it if it is the truth? [This was a genuine question but Clive couldn’t help how breathy his voice was. Oh the way Vander said his name. What would it be like, pinning under him, hearing it again?] See you. See if I wanted you. Take you to bed. [Clive’s hand in Vander’s hair gripped tighter.] Play.
[As Vander’s hand finds more skin to touch, his hand all encompassing, Clive bit back a curse. This was so much but in a way he never expected it to be. Was this what Sleipnir meant when he talked to him about being taken care of sensually? Maybe. But oh that hand. He yearned to have those hands on him everywhere.]
Complicated is a good word for it. [Clive sighs internally. He would really rather be focusing on Vander. The point of this was to stop thinking about Barnabas, not explain to a man he was in the middle of seducing what his relationship with the King of Waloed was.] I want to take him apart piece by piece, find out everything that makes him squirm and moan. Find every last spot that he likes. [Every word drops from Clive’s mouth like an insinuation, an invitation for Vander to do the same.]
[In a feat of daring on Clive’s part, he breathes out on Vander’s ear, lips brushing near his earlobe and licks, sliding his tongue slowly along the shell of the older man’s ear. Despite his bravery here, Clive tries desperately not to grind his hips against the leg offered. It would be uncomfortable in these pants before long, but the friction would be delicious.]
You - [Restraint decides to take a longer breather and, at the feeling of lips against the delicate skin of his throat his hips to make a slow roll against that powerful thigh. Finally, a low and quiet moan escapes Clive’s lungs and washes over Vander’s neck.
His brain unhelpfully supplies the memory of Barnabas pressing him against the wall, doing the same. Clive slams the lid on that memory and grounds himself on Vander’s voice.]
That… is a difficult decision.
[Waiting would make this all the better, but he wanted this man right now. With great difficulty, Clive leans back far enough to bring his cup to his lips, taking a sip and letting the liquor gloss his lips in a wet sheen. His pupils are wide and his lids heavy as he makes eye contact with Vander.]
Not here, though. I don’t want this to be quick.
[Clive slides his other hand back out of Vander’s hair and moves to cup his jaw.]
I want us to take our time.
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So you planned on deflowering me from the start, is that it? I like the honesty, Clive. [While it was an innocent tease, it was also the truth. He found cutting through the nonsense and bullshit was worthwhile for men like them. Empathetic, earnest, youthful. He remembered what that was like.] I'm not sure you're prepared for will happen in this playground, Clive.
[And maybe that was the point: the mystery. They had connected instantly on the network and it was only deepening here in person. What Clive may not realize was the information that was being openly provided, of desires well beyond Vander himself, offered freely and starkly out of place yet still complimentary to the situation they currently found themselves in.
Clive was infatuated with Barnabas. He was a stand in for potentially some confrontation or conversation he was unaware of. He didn't mind in the least, especially knowing what he was dealing with. There was a soft huff of pleasure from him, detecting the double meaning. Clive voicing his own desires as a frustration placed on another man who was distant and out of reach for the time being.]
Quite the vivid image you're painting. That will take time, learning all those secrets, probably even more than one night. You sure that's what you want?
[He knew it was. Clive was too earnest for it to be any other way. And the lick to his ear? It caused a shiver to run down his spine, a renewed press of his body against Clive's as his lips found the edge of the shirt collar so he had to change directions and kiss his way back up the way he had journeyed on Clive's neck, taking a moment to suck a wet spot on a portion of that strong jaw.
Vander dropped his near empty cup to the ground, intent to pick it up later. A little leftover whiskey splashed on the grass, but he ignored it as his hand moved in to settle on Clive's side, walking over the spaces of muscle between ribs then up and around the back of the younger man's shoulder so he could twirl his fingers in some of that silken hair in return.]
We're in the wrong place for taking our time in privacy. [His mouth reluctantly moved away, peering over Clive's shoulder to study the landscape.] Stand of trees over there? Or wherever you're living? After all, how closely are you actually following this battle right now?
[He knew they needed to pull apart. There was no way someone hadn't noticed their physical closeness. The moment they walked away with each other, the onlookers would understand their intent. The only boon was the battle raging keeping attention.
Yet, Vander was older and had more restraint so he slowly began to withdrawal, smoothing his hands over Clive's body as he shifted his weight as a signal they should part. Would Clive listen? He had no idea.]
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Smile still in place, Clive chuckles.]
If you are a man who still has a flower to pick I will eat my own boot. [Clive found himself nuzzling at the spot behind Vander’s ear. He was debating the merits of licking there too.] I’m a big boy. I can handle it.
[Oh how badly he wanted to let go, let someone else take care of things, stop thinking, step out of his mind and into his body. There was no responsibility here. No real knowledge of his past or what his future held. Just these strong arms, the soul-searing voice, the desire for more. Maybe another day they could talk. Clearly Vander wanted to, but he didn’t want it to be today. He needed to let go.]
I want it.
[So badly.
Clive nuzzles in, finally deciding to press a kiss to that hidden spot behind Vander’s ear.]
Do you?
[Clive was thinking about it, not just one night but many spread out underneath this man. On top of him, surrounded by him, all encompassing. Clive wondered briefly if anyone else could do this the way Vander could and he came up with nothing. And then Vander was sucking on his skin and all thoughts derailed again. The cup in his hand forgotten, falling to the ground. One hand went back into that full hair and the other clutched Vander’s chest.
And fuck his hands. This wasn’t enough. They needed to get out of here, go somewhere private where he could finally rid them both of these clothes and feel those hands on his skin. Everywhere.
Clive relished the last touches of Vander’s hands and took a deep breath, also extricating himself from the other.]
Where I live.
[Clive reluctantly out of Vander’s grasp and slid his hand into his and pulled.]
This way.
[And if he power walked who could blame him. With that body he knew Vander could keep up.]