Post by Xackrya Coyotl on Sept 10, 2012 8:36:26 GMT 1
Xackrya yawned as he trudged down the path toward the little burrow that he called home. The centaur had been gracious in letting him live in the sanctuary as long as he made his home in the half cave. He had dug deep into the ground, carving out a small dwelling below the surface where he was safe from the blood eaters.
He had been on the job site all day, digging the three foot deep trench that would hold up the glass wall they were building for the city of New Vegas. He had his credits in his pocket and his sweat soaked shirt in his other. He was dead dog tired and just wanted to curl up in his burrow and sleep. It was safer to sleep in coyote form but for now he needed pockets and hands to carry his things. His bag of food smelled so good, he could not wait to tear into it. The Vampires may be douches about giving rations but when they gave you food for work, it was good food.
A sound came from behind him and he turned to look. He could have sworn he heard it but there was nothing there. "Aye dios, you are getting paranoid senor Coyotl." he muttered to himself. The markings on his back stung slightly and he looked up at the sky. Suddenly a little creature that looked like a small child made of bark skipped out of the foliage and hugged his leg. "Good evening little dryad, I did not realize I had reached the great oak or I would have stopped to say hello." The language he was speaking was not English but his own Mayan language from centuries ago. It didn't matter, the little creature never spoke but seemed to understand him. He looked up at the sky
Xackrya reached in his bag and pulled out a sweet treat. He handed it to the little wood nymph who gratefully took it and ran off with a wave. Xack smiled, "Good bye my friend, until next time." With that he continued on to his burrow where he quickly unloaded his belongings into a hole under a rock then sat down to eat his supper. He was so hungry, he barely tasted the delicious food. By the time he finished he was so sleepy, all he wanted to do was sleep. But he had to wash his shirt. It was the only one he had. He grunted as his sore muscles protested at his getting up. He yawned and stretched then began moving down the path to the lake with his tanktop in his hand.
Xack knelt at the edge of the lake and dunked his shirt into the water. It felt so good on his hands, he ended up plunging his arms deep into the water. He rubbed the material together then dunked it again before removing it and wringing it out. He carefully hung it on the branch of a nearby tree. The moon glistened on the surface of the water, calling him into the coolness of the night blackened water. He needed to wash the rest of his clothes anyway. He sat down on the ground and pulled his boots off his sore feet then peeled off his socks, revealing sore and reddened feet. The blisters on them could heal by morning but for now they were painful and swollen, some were popped and let pink tinges of color on his socks. The water was going to feel so good.
Next to be removed were his trousers. They were caked with mud and soaked with perspiration so they were difficult to remove. His muscles bulged and strained as he struggled to get them off. With no underpants to his name, he now stood buck naked with the moonlight glistening on his perspiration beaded skin. His uncut cock hung long and limp between his well muscles legs. He half walked, half limped into the water with his trousers and socks in his hands. He went about washing them first to get his business out of the way. Once he was finished he left the water to hang them in the tree near his shirt.
He returned to the water, stretching his arms against the pain in his back. He grimaced as each movement caused his muscles to jerk and quiver. Once he was waist deep in the water, he dunked his body down under the cool liquid and groaned at the relief he felt on his stinging skin. It didn't matter if the sun beat on it all day or if he kept is carefully covered, by the end of the day, it was like having stone thorns embedded in the lines of the markings. One a full moon, the pain was unbearable and he had to spend the day before and the day after in his coyote form to keep from going mad.
His swim was short lived as he felt extreme fatigue coming on him with his belly full and his body clean. He was ready to sleep. He climbed out of the water and headed for his clothing so he could hang them closer to home. What he found caused him to laugh. His clothing was gone. "You little tricksters!" he called out, convinced it was the elven and faerie children playing a trick on him, "I want those back, clean and dry by morning." he called out and then laughed. The problem was, something felt wrong. He felt eyes on him. He was just too tired to know if he was just being paranoid, he probably was.
Xack was walking easier now, his blisters were mostly scabbed over and well on their way to being healed. The angry red of his markings had faded to a dull pink and he was so tired he could have laid down where he was and fallen asleep. As his burrow came into sight, he felt that uneasy feeling again. He turned and looked down the path. Seeing nothing, he laughed at himself, "You are getting paranoid, Senor Coyotl." he scolded himself. He turned and crawled into his little burrow and onto his little makeshift bed. He pulled his pillow under his head, took a deep breath and instantly fell asleep...
He had been on the job site all day, digging the three foot deep trench that would hold up the glass wall they were building for the city of New Vegas. He had his credits in his pocket and his sweat soaked shirt in his other. He was dead dog tired and just wanted to curl up in his burrow and sleep. It was safer to sleep in coyote form but for now he needed pockets and hands to carry his things. His bag of food smelled so good, he could not wait to tear into it. The Vampires may be douches about giving rations but when they gave you food for work, it was good food.
A sound came from behind him and he turned to look. He could have sworn he heard it but there was nothing there. "Aye dios, you are getting paranoid senor Coyotl." he muttered to himself. The markings on his back stung slightly and he looked up at the sky. Suddenly a little creature that looked like a small child made of bark skipped out of the foliage and hugged his leg. "Good evening little dryad, I did not realize I had reached the great oak or I would have stopped to say hello." The language he was speaking was not English but his own Mayan language from centuries ago. It didn't matter, the little creature never spoke but seemed to understand him. He looked up at the sky
Xackrya reached in his bag and pulled out a sweet treat. He handed it to the little wood nymph who gratefully took it and ran off with a wave. Xack smiled, "Good bye my friend, until next time." With that he continued on to his burrow where he quickly unloaded his belongings into a hole under a rock then sat down to eat his supper. He was so hungry, he barely tasted the delicious food. By the time he finished he was so sleepy, all he wanted to do was sleep. But he had to wash his shirt. It was the only one he had. He grunted as his sore muscles protested at his getting up. He yawned and stretched then began moving down the path to the lake with his tanktop in his hand.
Xack knelt at the edge of the lake and dunked his shirt into the water. It felt so good on his hands, he ended up plunging his arms deep into the water. He rubbed the material together then dunked it again before removing it and wringing it out. He carefully hung it on the branch of a nearby tree. The moon glistened on the surface of the water, calling him into the coolness of the night blackened water. He needed to wash the rest of his clothes anyway. He sat down on the ground and pulled his boots off his sore feet then peeled off his socks, revealing sore and reddened feet. The blisters on them could heal by morning but for now they were painful and swollen, some were popped and let pink tinges of color on his socks. The water was going to feel so good.
Next to be removed were his trousers. They were caked with mud and soaked with perspiration so they were difficult to remove. His muscles bulged and strained as he struggled to get them off. With no underpants to his name, he now stood buck naked with the moonlight glistening on his perspiration beaded skin. His uncut cock hung long and limp between his well muscles legs. He half walked, half limped into the water with his trousers and socks in his hands. He went about washing them first to get his business out of the way. Once he was finished he left the water to hang them in the tree near his shirt.
He returned to the water, stretching his arms against the pain in his back. He grimaced as each movement caused his muscles to jerk and quiver. Once he was waist deep in the water, he dunked his body down under the cool liquid and groaned at the relief he felt on his stinging skin. It didn't matter if the sun beat on it all day or if he kept is carefully covered, by the end of the day, it was like having stone thorns embedded in the lines of the markings. One a full moon, the pain was unbearable and he had to spend the day before and the day after in his coyote form to keep from going mad.
His swim was short lived as he felt extreme fatigue coming on him with his belly full and his body clean. He was ready to sleep. He climbed out of the water and headed for his clothing so he could hang them closer to home. What he found caused him to laugh. His clothing was gone. "You little tricksters!" he called out, convinced it was the elven and faerie children playing a trick on him, "I want those back, clean and dry by morning." he called out and then laughed. The problem was, something felt wrong. He felt eyes on him. He was just too tired to know if he was just being paranoid, he probably was.
Xack was walking easier now, his blisters were mostly scabbed over and well on their way to being healed. The angry red of his markings had faded to a dull pink and he was so tired he could have laid down where he was and fallen asleep. As his burrow came into sight, he felt that uneasy feeling again. He turned and looked down the path. Seeing nothing, he laughed at himself, "You are getting paranoid, Senor Coyotl." he scolded himself. He turned and crawled into his little burrow and onto his little makeshift bed. He pulled his pillow under his head, took a deep breath and instantly fell asleep...