Reviving Midwifery - RPLOG
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Date
23/1/2017
Log
Up upon the mountains, quite a distance from the cities, some strange going ons were a foot, or perhaps a paw or a talon. Humans, normal looking humans, except for their garb and masks, or what one might assume is a mask, carrying spears and strange looking clubs with glass slits in them walk around the mud pyramid, seemingly on guard. A light rain ensures wet skin, fur, and feathers for those venturing outside without protection from the elements, though the humans which stand watch and patrol the area seem to either not notice or not care.
Responding to the call for assistance, despite holding no obligations to any of the factions, a collie in a light white armored suit makes hir way towards the temple. Shi has a sniper rifle held on by a strap, and a few gadgets around hir waist. Deciding these people don't know who shi is or why shi's present, shi stops a ways off from them and holds hir arms up. "Hello, I've come to talk, if you'll spare the time." shi calls to them, attempting to show that shi comes in peace.
It wasn't often Lila left the Saloon for a mission, but this one was different, she knew the location, knew what was there. Ixchel, a being she had dedicated herself to and whom had given her many bountiful children. If there was something wrong there, she would do everything in her power to help ensure the situation was resolved. Granted, she was currently naked, and being a feral mutant in heat, even bare skinned the kemonomini oxen was, it may prove a poor choice, but she felt it was her duty to Ixchel, and even her children, to help. She was slow, heavy breasts sloshing, milk dripping from her teats as water poured down on her, sincerely regretting not wearing clothes as she came to the group of humans standing at the perimeter.
A rather girthy fox-taur keeps a short distance from the collie. The rain has her fur wet and exposed sensitive flesh makes her twitch or yelp as cold drops of rain hits it. She pouts to herself at her predicament and lack of foresight with the weather, but a little rain isn't going to keep her down. The marbled fox's hind legs shift constantly in an attempt to keep her balls from scraping the ground under her. Almost missing the sight of Lila, Blanche huffs from her scent. Despite herself, she finds her libido held down by the unrelenting cold rain. As the collie introduces herself, she keeps an eye on the robed humans.
Fenris trots happily up the mountain path at a steady jog, firm, round belly bouncing ahead of him and gear jingling merrily. The burly tanuki is rather ridiculously wearing a plaid shirt, unbuttoned nearly to the waist tucked into a heavy gun belt with a myriad of pouches on it, a white stetson that does a passable job of keeping off the rain, and absolutely nothing below the waist. Being a tanuki has its own set of challenges. Trousers being one of them.
"Hello!" he says cheerily, "Am I in time for the excitement?" He looks over at the temple. "Hey! Mayan temple guards! That IS exciting!" He waves a pudgy paw toward the prowling guards.
Renaria the dragoness approaches the temple in her full combat gear consisting of a small exoskeleton and strangely-thin grey armor on her arms, and legs, baring her midriff and leaving her chest open, which may be considered poor armor design. Attached to her back coming from her bag over her right shoulder is her 'Heavy' Beam, which is not particularly overbearing or even big for something sounding so hulking. A pair of drones follow her with silent rotors as she approaches the temple where she dedicated herself to the Ixchel Jaguar. She was worried however, as these strange humans did not seem like any other cultists she knew about, what little she did know about the other worshippers dedicated to her goddess of fertility. The rain that is there does not phase her, her sapphire scales providing natural protection from the drizzle in areas her armor did not cover, the cold seeming to be limited in its effect beyond making her considerable chest a bit hard. She was not the stealthiest, and though larger than the average human, her size was not monstrous enough to expose her in the thick brush around the temple. Seeing the collie and Tanuki boldly approach the strange people, Renaria would wait to see how they were received before showing herself.
Renaria is actually just standing at the edge of the brush in plain view watching the front of the temple (hope this addendum is okay)
Trecking through the rain and underbrush Ebreus is off the trail navigating by a memorized map and landmarks. He isn't bothered by the wet, cold, conditions covered by his Dermal Denticals (aka Shark Skin) most weather conditions don't bother him. His large testicals cutting through the underbrush as he goes. Wearing nothing but a Targeting Visor and carrying his Sword in one hand and Axe in the other he makes his way toward the temple the Prometheans asked him to investigate. Seeing agents near his destination he decides to apporach and see if he might colaborate with them. "Hello. Seems I am not the only one drawn to investigate the occurances here. We likely stand to benefit from colaboration. How 'bout it?" He says to Fenris and Renaria
Astara certainly didn't look out of the place as the half-human half-foxtaur herm waddled in from the outside after several of her family members. She's absolutely, unequivocably pregnant: her tauric underbelly was distended enough to be mere inches above the ground, and even her normal human-positioned belly was gravid! Though, that one was significantly less so than the one below. She isn't donned in any sort of coat or clothing, so the rain just makes her pale, tattooed skin glisten, and wets her fur down. It also manages to help wash away all the mess her body is leaking in copious ammounts be it milk, pussyjuice, or precum!
"Hey, wait up for me!" The foxtaur calls out, hardly seeming happy with this weather, or the fact that she's the least speedy of them all. She even had even had a head start, and still was last to arrive several minutes after Selyra and Blanche, even a whole minute after the unfamiliar Ebreus... when there, she walks up behind Selly and Blanche. "What's..." she pauses to take a deep breath - she's clearly out of breath. "...what's going on?"
Looking over the strange assembly of persons, the guards at frist cross spears over the entrance as they contemplate. For a while they speak in a language that was lost to time ages upon ages ago. After a while one asks, "What brings you mortals here? And why do you approch armed?" For a while many of them look upon the group, seemingly with hostility. A recognition flashes across eyes though as they glare, though the spears stay crossed, "Weapons are not to be brought into these hallowed halls any longer, save for the guardians. The dedicated are always welcome." A glance to Fenris and to Ebreus though, then a quick look upon Astara as she works her way up! Spears are uncrossed and a shout given to the inside, "Prepare the sweethouse chambers, someone bring a cart, immediately!" Within, there is a short bustle of activity! "Pardon, I did not know you were escorting one so laided with the warriors of tomorrow, please, set weapons aside and enter."
Renaria would look shocked as this taur just walks up to her in her hidden overlook position "Shhh, get down! We don't know what these people are here doing!" she says in a hushed but urgent tone, not trying to move the larger agent but hoping he gets down with her. She whispers to him "I'd be glad to work with you, and possibly these others once I have a better understanding of the situation." from her crouched position.
Fenris blinks a few times as he lines up his brain cells. "Weapons?" he asks, then realizes that he does, in fact, carry a number of them, "Oh! Yeah, sure!" he says, happily disarming himself. He waves to one of the masked warriors and says, loudly and slowly, just in case they only spoke ancient foreign speak, "YOU WATCH THESE! VERY SPECIAL! NO LOSE EM MAGIC SWORD!" Satisfied that he has made himself understood and having no idea what is going on, the tanuki grins around at the other operatives.
After a second, he snaps his fingers and disarms himself of another strange weapon. "Almost forgot the udderizer," he says before skipping along toward the open path.
Selyra keeps her paws held up in a show of peace as the spears come up to block them, the collie not even thinking to try and walk in so simply. Her firt intent is simply to talk to the guards, but then the ruckus begins, and slight confusion sets in. At least until the phrase 'laided with the warriors of tomorrow' is spoken. Glancing between Astara and the guards, she soon removes her sniper rifle and hesitantly hands it over. "I'll need this back when we're done, but... Thank you for letting us inside. Is there someone in charge that I can talk to?" she asks them, keeping to the plan of figuring out what's going on. Even without her rifle, she has other means of defending herself may the need arise. For now, she decides to head into the temple now that she's disarmed, in order to figure out what's going on here.
Lila cannot help herself but to look around at all the people, eyes lingering on more masculine traits in such a way that makes her squeeze her legs together, eyes lingering on large cocks and balls. She exhales a moo and crosses her arms over her chest, teats quite erect from the cold water splashing onto her expose breasts. She looks to the guard and furrows her brow. "I come to see Ixchel, and I carry no weapons but mah own body," she says in a thick southern drawl. She offers a bow and curtsey. "Please, may I enter so I can meet her and pay tribute to the goddess one again? I am one of her dedicants."
Ebreus cocks his head sideways for a moment and thinks about the guards's demand. He then walks up to the guard, standing nearly twice his height, carrying similarly over-sized weapons. He then leans over in front of the guard, smiles as warmly as is possible in his Horror form and says "Of course. I will not, knowingly, bring any weapons with me but if you would please define what you concider to be a weapon that would ensure there is no confusion." He rests the base of his pole-axe's haft on the ground and similarly sinks the tip of the blade of his sword into the mud.
Fenris actually stops by a guard to lean forward and consider his mask. What might be a mask. Possibly. "Is Ixchel here?" he asks, "Is that why you are all here? Should I wipe my paws before I go in? I mean, I can't really take off my shoes. And can I wear my hat inside? It's a nice hat."
Blanche is alarmed by the reaction of the guards. "Whoa there, didn't mean to disrespect anyone." She raises her hands to try and make a calming gesture. "Let me stash my stuff with that racoon's stuff, alright?" backtracking a moment she gets her weapons and sets them in a pile next to Fenris's stuff. She returns next to Selyra's side and nods. As she move around she spots Astara and waves. "Astara! Good to see you around, bad luck with all the pointy things around, huh?" Settling into place, she checks for the others and looks them over, but pays them little mind aside from Fenris. "No stealing my stuff either, I may not be able to run, but I can manage something." Then finally, she returns her attention to Selyra. "Don't worry grandma, if trouble happens I can toss you out of the way."
Astara did happen to have her laser pistol in a little hostler at her hip... she looked at one of the temple guard, then to the holster again bregrugingly, and handed it over to him, turning to Selyra afterwards and waddling to hir side. "Good to see you again, uh... Grandma." She finds that phrase a little awkward, and glances to Blanche briefly; "You too, sis." Without further ado, she attempts to make her way into the temple! "I didn't expect the special treatment because of my pregnancy... though, perhaps I should have, given Ixchel."
Renaria, upon the acceptance of all the people in, she would decide to get out of her crouching position and approach, drones following her as she looks to all the unfamiliar faces. She hopes to be recognized as a member of the dedicated as she begins walking in to take in the sights. She looks to the pregnant fox creature sympathetically, having just delivered thirty children last night. She would ask the guard "What is the purpose of the ceremony here?"
Lila brings a hand to her head, nibbling her lower lip as the scents fill her nostrils. She cannot help but breathe in deep, turning to look around, eyes focused on to each cock, until her eyes come to rest on Ebreus. Nostrils flare and her moos once again, tail flicking aside arms pulling back to expose her breasts, squeezing them together in a proud display. She reaches to her collar, rubbing along it's rim as her legs pry apart. "Poor bull's all deep in rut and 'ere I am with a fertile womb. I got some pills stashed away 'ere if ya wanna relieve that rut the right way hon," she said in a smokey drawl, her feral mind unable to resist the urge.
Before much longer a simple cart is procured, pulled by a pair of quite burly humans. It is small enough to fit through the door, and JUST large enough for someone such as Astara to lay upon it. A glance around to everyone, "Your things will be safe here, unless they are prone to breaking in the rain." Says the same guard as the two who pulled the cart out prepare to assist Astara up and into her new mode of transport. Eyes flast to Lila and Ebreus, "You are welcome to work upon a new generation of warriors yourself if you wish, though please, do use one of the lower rooms." More looks over Ebreus, "Assuming you can fit... as for what are weapons? Anything that can be used to shoot, slash, bash, or otherwise cause harm and isn't a tool for other use. Why do you ask?" More attention is upon the amaglimation than before, though otherwise, it seems everyone is welcome to enter, "Strange dog, Ixchel is of course here, not upon your simple plane. Perhaps she will wish a talk, but for now, please, enter. The sweatlounge will be prepared for you shortly, four legged one, and you, our leader is Ixchel, one and only, perhaps she will wish to speak to you sometime."
"Ooh! A sweatlodge!" Fenris says, grinning from ear to ear, "And it is pronounced tan-OO-kee! Tanuki! Not dog, not raccoon, Tanuki!" With that, the tubby coon-dog makes his way happily inside.
