Tales of Viveria – Growling men

Biting rain fired down from the heavens, the world lost in darkness on a thunderous night. Soon the door to the inn swung open, a young man and a heavily armored guard escaping the cold with a slam of the door behind them.

The man running the inn looked the two over, curious as why there would be a guard at this time of night. “So you need a room from the rains tonight then?” the gruff man asked, the young man meeting him at the counter “that would be marvelous sir.”

As the young man panted, he fished out his pockets for some silver and copper, the inn keeper pleased with the amount, led the two over to their room.

“The room’s good until the sun rises to meet the top of the sky tomorrow, I expect you out by then. Good night” the keeper shut the door, the two finally left alone with their thoughts, as the rain continued to pound the building.

The young man sat down on the bed, letting his things down beside it “I knew it was gonna rain like this at some point, it always happens on these routes.”

The man in armor took off his helmet, his ears perking up as his snout was freed from the confines of the helmet. “Its nothing I can’t take, the guard put us through hell and back to make aptly sure we would be ready for anything.”

He set down his helm, starting to dissasemble the rest of his armor, his fur sitting soaked as he finally got the rest of it off. He began stripping of his clothes when the nervous voice of the envoy chirped in “would you be okay doing that in front of me?” the wolf continued to peel away as he said “we had to able to strip before the general if need be, so trust me, I won’t mind.”

The wolf got the last of his clothing off, tossing it by the window to dry. He sat on the floor, just taking in a sigh as the melodic rain continued to batter the rooftops. “So would you mind if I did the same as well?” The wolf looked up, shrugging his shoulders “makes no difference to me, go ahead.”

The young man walked past the wolf over by the old window, taking off his layers, the wolf looked over for something to catch his eye. The man’s hips were round and plump, yet the rest of him very petite, you’d swear he was a woman upon first glance.

The wolf felt something rise within him, if only slightly. The young man turned back once finished peeling off his layers, returning to sitting atop the bed.

He sat there, bare and open, yet it felt peaceful in a sense, like neither he or the wolf had anything to hide between them. He lay down, looking up at the ceiling “so what other things have you been put through by the guard?”

The wolf sat with his back to the wall, looking up to get lost in thought “well, asides from the standard things like the clashing of swords and shields, we’ve been pushed into the deep depths of lakes, stood out to get hit by the rain, marched across entire fields in one go, and even seduced to try and extract information.”

The young man sat puzzled “seduced? What kind of trial is that?” He asked with a chuckle “Being seduced is a huge thing a guard must learn to fight, as many a kingdom has fallen with simple information being let loose by a guardsman who had too big a set of trousers.”

“So what happened, how exactly were you put to this trial then?” The wolf looked over the man,

seeing his intrigue “Essentially we were told some very basic things and were ordered that we would be soon tested if we could withhold this information, many of the guard thought we would be put through torture, thus why many let their lips loose when the maidens came around.