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Written by: B.B. Rubin, in association with ZX Guest Characters from their Players Concept rebuilt Note from author: Well here I am, once more tackling the Neroindra project, by the time anyone goes to read chapters prologue-chapter 2, there will most likely be a concept map of the world this is taking place within. Hopefully someone can be nice enough to whip up some art of the characters featured! CHAPTER ONE --- The Invasion Main Character Description(s): Claudios Mason © His Player - Exile from the Kingdom of Strome An imposing figure, the ex-general hadn't allowed himself any time to get weaker as the years had passed. He stood at least a head taller than most, thre dragons only routinely exceeding his height. Over eight feet in height, the bear was built almost as broad as he was tall, hard muscles tensed as he brought the hammer down again and again upon the hot piece of steel on the anvil. His fur a midnight black, smooth and unmarred by scars, a testament to his skill as a warrior. Gaze sliding from the hot steel beneath him he caught sight of you, smiling and giving you a polite nod of greeting. "What do you need, stranger?" He intoned, a his voice a deep rumble as the words rolled out of him. The large bear was friendly enough...but pray you do not anger him. Farras Rux © His Player - Infernal General of Equinox A stellar mustang of sorts, he was overgrown for his breed, most mustangs only seven feet tall, this male was easily at eight. Rippling muscle under his steel armor tensed as he walked. Emerald orbitals accentuated by his thin beige pelt. He was considered the Infernal General for his genocides on natives and weaker forces. But he fights for his one true muse, Uranian Roux, a mare of his dreams.

• * * The air was thick, the tranquility of the day was shown through the clarity of the skies, specked with the random inert clouds that seemed to darken and multiply as the sanguine reality that was night drew near. The land became overwrought as the vast plains were stained with the crimson liquids from a genocide only days prior. That pungent stench caused chills to run up even the most sadistic of men. The equine general was proud, a routing victory for their cause in the North, seven tribes rose up against their empire, and the Equinox crushed them under and iron hove. If not for the view from atop the nearby hilltops, even an ursine, tall as they were, would be unable to see the carnage from the morning before, twenty thousand lupine natives slaughtered by the hand of Farras Rux, the Infernal General. A mandate had been released for the equine General to march North from Equinox to claim the fertile lands belonging to the Lupinese, those lupine that continued their nomadic ways in a territory fit for the equine plows. The convoluted process was quickly skipped by the General as he marched eighty thousand equines into the Emirates of Lupin, ending in a slaughter of unarmored natives holding hatchets and spears. Together the eighty thousand pulverized any resistance, capturing the seven Lupin Chiefs and condemning them to death due to a pretense that was proclaimed by the corrupt General himself. Execution, a disrespectful death to such honorable lupines, unknown even to themselves that they were martyrs for future generations to come... "What do the scouts report?" The deepened equine voice thundered from the steel trap that was his elongated helm. "General, all Lupinese forces have scattered, executed just as you ordered." The young stallion muttered to his mustang superior. Hands bound together with head hung low, showing the up most respect to the Infernal General who he was commanded to speak with. Indeed, Farras Rux was an intimidating male, nearly eight feet tall, he was the largest equine known to their parts, he was built like the polar Nordecans, 'Bears of the North'. "Any news on those flying rats? Are they going to help exterminate the vermin that plague Aristo'Isol?" The general inquired to his inferior, he was curious as to the Gryphon's reply to their emissary, Uranian Roux, a dazzling mare and soon to be bride of the Infernal General. He was all too concerned for her safety, the gryphon's could be known for their flash temper, especially the audacious treatment of emissaries that often came back missing limbs, or even organs. If the gryphons of Stravia and Cortesia were to accept the request, Equinox would be ever closer to their goal of a pure land, stripped of the small beings they viewed as vermin. "No sir, news has not returned yet. Although we have sent word back to the capitol that Cortrare has fallen and that we are victorious." The boy said, hands clasped as his eyes gently came to a close, if he was to slur, or ruin his speech in any fashion it was possible he would be executed as well, just the extent of the honor bound in the Equinox army, failure was not an option. "Good enough, you're dismissed foot soldier." The mustang bellowed, turning about those emerald hues shone through the slit in his helm. He loved the smell of victory at night, just before a good nights chow.. "Sir!" The scout called, snapping to attention before marching off towards the makeshift camp, armor clanking as he went. The Infernal General simply smiled below his helm. That corrugated tail flapping against his armored hide as he arms crossed across that broad chest. Victory, it was what they were used too, and now the new Emperor commanded the unification of the continent, and extermination of any species that was any smaller that seven feet. This nearly meant every other species besides Gryphons and Equines, thus the alliance offer to their size-similar neighbors. Little did the General know of the enemies that rode the waves to him at a rapid pace. Claudios Mason was a rough-around-the-edges ursine. Only a few years prior he was exiled from his country, the Kingdom of Strome, until he found home in Estone, Pathicone. This was it, the ex-general gone mercenary blacksmith was conscripted along with five thousand other ursine mercenaries. 'The Black Bears of Strome', known for their harsh brutality and hand-to-hand prowess. It was only weeks ago he was taken in, shipped off with plenty of his kinsmen to lead a regiment against the Equinox forces that were becoming quite imperialistic in their ideals. Already a nation had fallen, but Claudios' benefactors hoped they could change that. The boat rocked in the high seas, days ago they passed the Palania Straight, it would be merely hours before they would land on the Equinox shores. In the time of waiting Claudios inspecting his fellow mercenaries' weapons, prepping the young ursines on small fighting styles, hoping he could keep them alive, within the small time he had known the 500 aboard his boat, they began considering him a heroin of sorts, looking up to the large black bear for guidance, and leadership. He was the defamed general of Strome that impregnated the King's daughter, Princess Junai'Sila who was quickly disowned for her treason to the throne. He never spoke of the subject, it was a mystery how the stoic male view the situation, and it appeared it would stay that way. "Land a'ho! Prepare for battle! Equinox has deployed sentries on the beach head!" The tower watch called down to the ursines on deck. With that, the bears scattered, the cacophony of armor and yells coming about as young men and seasoned veterans prepared for battle. "Swordsmen! Take position behind the pikemen, charge as soon as we hit dry land, destroy the plague that is Equinox!" Claudios jeered, attempting to rally his 500 man regiment which was one of ten ships in the fleet. The ships came barreling inwards, at the point which the patter of arrows beginning to slam against the upper deck, howls and cries of pain soared as young men fell to the deck in the most brutal of positions, grasping the edge of the boat the iron-clad commander jumped off the ramp of the boat with his regiment in tow, hand axe and short sword in hand as he thundered up the beach, a good four thousand black bears behind him as the equines barreled down. Bodies collided with such force that casualties on both sides with subsequently inflicted. Men on both sides quickly impaled one another as Claudios pummeled through the frontlines, hacking away limbs as he went, easily he could see over the equines, being nearly a foot and a half taller than plenty of them as he raced for the enemy general. His resolve could not be hindered as his personal guard followed, giving the same amount of damage to the equine forces as their commander, though one by one they would be struck by an arrow, hit by a stray broadsword and fatally wounded or killed instantly, soon leaving Claudios alone, spearheading the main camp that crowned the hill overlooking the beach... * * * "What is this? Hired insurgents?" The mustang called back to his advisors, temper enflamed with so much rage that he could blindly see the threat approaching his own camp, a rogue ursine 'hell bent' on his death. "No, this is much too soon, General, I suspect it was the mystics that called the Bears to our doorstep." Spoke the falsetto voice of an equine eunich, trembling with fear under the command of Farras. The mystics were fabled legends, living in the North East of Aristo'Isol, tucked within the mountains of Hacan, the Prime of Rock. It was said these beings could put their control over any creature and have them bend to their will. "Pull back our foot soldiers to the top of the hi..." Farras muttered, stopping mid sentence as the terrible truth finally caught his focus, a lone ursine, towering over the rest, as well as his own men, was lumbering through his defense regiment, seeming to kill all who opposed him. "Archers! Bring that ursine down!" He called back to the captain of the two hundred equine archer brigade that was stationed atop the hill, mercilessly firing down on the battlefield. However before the archers could string their arrows and take aim, the lone ursine was already to the general, a swift slash of the hand axe he carried ensued despite the equine's parry with a broadsword, quickly disarming him. "You will on this day, horse. Duel me, or lose all honor." The ursine bellowed, as Farras took another swing which in turn easily missed the ursine, who despite his mammoth size moved as if he possessed the agility of a rodent. "Hah, and why would I be enticed as to fight mercenary scum like you, Bear?" Farras retorted, rather offended by the slightest thought of a one to one duel. Though his futile attempts at jabs and slashes began to prove quite ineffective until the ursine clasped hands to either blunt side of the swords shaft, squeezing it tightly as the general struggled for his weapons release. "Shut up and fight!" The towering ursine declared, his biceps seemed to ripple instantly as he destroyed the sword he clasped in either hand, reducing the iron blade to mere shards while taking a few cuts to the hands. The light armor clad bear stood at the ready, fists in the air as if awaiting a hand-to-hand fight. "Alright, you've given me a muse. Once I beat you, you will become a subordinate of mine, I trust I could pay you much more than anyone else in this world." Farras stammered, attempting to hide his intimidation of the destroyed weapon. It was prominent that this ursine possessed tremendous power. "Enough talk!" Claudios exclaimed, extending his reach with fist clenched, slamming against the side of that elongated steel helm. If anyone was watching closely, they could note that before the helm was thrown away it took a considerable amount of damage, enough to think that had the mustang not been wearing it, his snout would be broken. "Vermin!" Farras exclaimed, coming back with his own strike, a jab to the ursine's stomach, one that hit his light armor and only pushed the black bear backwards. It was only now that Claudios launched another flurry of strikes at the mustang's breast plate, easily denting the steel as he continued. Simply seeing his own armor devastated by the bear struck fear into the equine as he reeled in his position, turning about and jogging back to the camp. It was clear the mustang was afraid of the bear, such power he possessed, it would be a bad idea to continue to fight against such a beast. "Kill him! Archers, foot soldiers!" He exclaimed to the reserve increment of his forces who quickly charged the bear and scattered soldiers on the beach, who at the sound of an echoing horn began retreating to their ships. It was eighty thousand against a mere five thousand, but the ursine mercenaries managed to nearly route the Equinox army. "Shit... Coward." Claudios muttered to himself, taking a quick look to his surroundings he noticed he was surrounded, but it was either death or flight, so he quickly tore back from the direction he came, punching through victims and bounding over corpses that scattered the ground, quickly making his way over the hundred yards to the beached vessels... It was a reckless attack, but the day was victory, a raid on the Equinox army that struck a total of fifty thousand casualties. "Gah... Bring me the bitch, I need to relieve my stress." Farras commanded of a pair of privates stationed outside of his personal tent. There was plenty of death today, and he would relax over a newly acquired slave girl, a lupine, a taste an equine would rarely be able to enjoy. "Sir, Councilor Fuura had us place the whore in your tent earlier." One of the privates stated, standing at attention for the battered General. "Good good..." The stellar equine stated, pulling away the drapes that led into the tent, once entering it was a sight to enjoy. The lupine woman lay naked on his cot, panting lightly as if she was recently beaten by one of the soldiers, something that was allowed if there was a struggle. With a coy grin that seemed to overtake his bruised visage, he unclasped his armor while drinking in the voluptuous grey wolfess laying before him. Indeed, had she not been vermin, he would quickly make her his own 'bitch', but such things happening in his country were considered blasphemy. "Wake up!" Farras commanded, hands resting upon his nude hips as he gave her thigh a slap. Easily causing the lupine to jump to reality, fearful infact, as the aroused sixteen inch long, equine stood before her. Obviously intent on releasing his carnal inhibitions as she scampered to the opposite side of the bed, a dull growl releasing from her throat. "Now we can't have a bitch not fucked, can we?" He spoke, wandering over to the bed with a dry frown, she was playing on his patience as he cornered the small female who in turn slashed at his chest, causing minimal damage of scratches as he bent her over the edge of his cot, holding her taut frame down as he worked a hand under, positioning the flared head against her lupine labia. Teasing her entrance as he nuzzled his snout into her neck. The size difference was clear, seven feet over a five foot woman. Which brought him to make a forceful buck of the hips, pinning his thick phallic muscle into her twat. "Yek tou!" Is what the lupine cried as the mustang hilted within her body, breaking past that small cervical barrier. His broad tongue would drag over her neck as he made quick, fluid thrusts into her body, the wet noise of sex began filling the air as his hands rested on her shoulders, keeping the lupine held down in his ceremonious rape. Hefty sized scrotum beating against the backs of her thighs as the general pummeled her taut cunt. She would have been lurched forward with each thrust had it not been for the hands pushing her down onto the bed, average 'C's ground into the silken blankets below. "Here you go... Take this, bitch!" The mustang managed to choke out, pinning his massive girth within the lupine below. Copious amounts of the pungent, pearlescent seed rocketed into the mut's belly, eyes clenched shut as his body twitched above her own, muscles rippling in ecstacy as he slowly eased out, the now flaccid equine dick swaying betwixt his thighs, wrapping a loin clothe about his waist. What a pitiful being he saw, crying over his cot, surely she wasn't the same attractive female he had seen when coming into the tent, but that may have simply been another male hormone playing a trick on his mind, much the natural plague that was afflicting his gender. "Guards, come rid me of this bitch, take her outside and cleanse her." He bellowed, quickly after those two privates from before wandered inwards, hands under either shoulder of the girl as she was dropped to the grass outside. One of the privates holding an axe raised the object over his head as the other pulled the crying lupine's hair away as the axe came down with a quick thud, ending the poor native's life instantly... To Continue... BB: "If anyone has any questions that would be great, constructive criticism is loved as well, get back to me or post a comment as you see fit."