G'raha couldn't remember the last time he woke up somewhere wholly unfamiliar, and this small... bunk? Well, it was leagues away from the comfort of his quarters in the Baldesion Annex, and didn't smell like old books and the stale piece of Archon loaf from a few days prior. The next puzzling thing had been the sudden change of clothing. Gone were just comfortably cozy pajamas, adorned with chocobos; instead there was something odd, and black, and mostly see-through that barely went past his nipples. His senses weren't screaming at him that he was in danger, so he sat up just enough to glance down at himself only for his suspicions to be confirmed: his lower extremities were only covered in what could scarcely be called shorts, they were so, well, short. His ears flattened against his head in shock-- just where had his pajamas gone? Moreover, where were his clothes?
He peeked around the edge of the curtain that separated his bunk from the outside, feline pupils quickly slitted against the change in light. He could hear his tail anxiously batting against the bedlinens while he took stock of the situation beyond his temporary enclosure, and... wait, what was that beeping sound? It took a long moment for him to look at his wrist, and a quiet sound of confused wonder parted his lips at the text he read there. This place was technologically advanced, then, far more than where and when he'd come from.
By the time he finally eased out of his bunk and toward the field, it was well past 0615 hours, and he was told of his assignment for the day. Being a gopher suited him just fine, helping others was his bread and butter! The only physical activity he'd ever excelled at was archery, but it had been an age since he'd practiced it. As the day went on, he found it was easier to ignore what he was wearing, as most of the others present were in similar states.
Sometime after the second 'meal' break, he made the rounds to hand out water. To the next person that said yes, he offered out a chilled bottle with a smile. "Here you are, then. Even a bookworm such as myself knows that hydration is important."
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ɪɪ.) ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀᴅᴏᴍᴇ: ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇ
(cw: omegaverse tropes)
Of all of the games, this one had seemed the most intriguing, at least from the outside. While he was missing out on the chance to venture to a land most of the populace was scarcely aware of, the thought of spending time in somewhere lush and green was something of a balm to his spirit, even in such an unfamiliar place. Hunting was something he had spent his formative years learning, back in Corvos, and while he doubted he'd find a bow, this sort of thing was in his blood.
Or at least, that was what he thought before he'd signed a waiver, stepped inside, and had the contraption on his wrist beep at him once more. A sex game? What?! Even after so long, he clearly remembered his first (and only) time being intimate with someone, a hushed, fumbling affair deep in the shelves of the Noumenon on the eve of earning his Archon marks... The sound of a branch snapping in the distance made his ears twitch and broke him out of his reverie, while his tail lashed in annoyance behind him.
By the Twelve, just was sort of place had he woken up in?
He shook his head briefly, then stretched out his hands-- perhaps it might be a good idea to find a tree to climb. But he'd scarcely begun to slink around the outer edge of the dome when he felt something in him shift. His senses were already heightened when compared to a Hyur, but suddenly the scents he'd been vaguely aware of hung thick in the air. Even his own, he realized with a start. He smelled... sweet? His mind raced through all that he'd studied about the mating tendencies of other species and while that admittedly wasn't much, he knew what it meant.
He was an omega, and he was the prey.
His first instinct was to take off at a run, but that would only draw more attention. Instead, he kept his easy walking pace, began to angle further into the dome. His hopes of hiding up a tree were dashed at the sound of another twig snapping-- this time much, much closer. He whirled toward the source of the sound, hands held up defensively.
"Who goes there?" he demanded, and found he disliked the way his nostrils flared to catch the stranger's scent just after he finished speaking.
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ɪɪɪ.) ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
(G'raha's info, permissions, and kink list can be found here! Interested in all of the Locker Rooms activities, as well, especially given that most everything will be a new experience to him. Have anything else in mind? Let's do it! Feel free to PM here or hit me up on Plurk if you want to discuss anything prior to doing so. ♥)
G'raha Tia ◆ Final Fantasy XIV ◆ New Character
ɪ.) ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ → ʜɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ғɪᴇʟᴅ
G'raha couldn't remember the last time he woke up somewhere wholly unfamiliar, and this small... bunk? Well, it was leagues away from the comfort of his quarters in the Baldesion Annex, and didn't smell like old books and the stale piece of Archon loaf from a few days prior. The next puzzling thing had been the sudden change of clothing. Gone were just comfortably cozy pajamas, adorned with chocobos; instead there was something odd, and black, and mostly see-through that barely went past his nipples. His senses weren't screaming at him that he was in danger, so he sat up just enough to glance down at himself only for his suspicions to be confirmed: his lower extremities were only covered in what could scarcely be called shorts, they were so, well, short. His ears flattened against his head in shock-- just where had his pajamas gone? Moreover, where were his clothes?
He peeked around the edge of the curtain that separated his bunk from the outside, feline pupils quickly slitted against the change in light. He could hear his tail anxiously batting against the bedlinens while he took stock of the situation beyond his temporary enclosure, and... wait, what was that beeping sound? It took a long moment for him to look at his wrist, and a quiet sound of confused wonder parted his lips at the text he read there. This place was technologically advanced, then, far more than where and when he'd come from.
By the time he finally eased out of his bunk and toward the field, it was well past 0615 hours, and he was told of his assignment for the day. Being a gopher suited him just fine, helping others was his bread and butter! The only physical activity he'd ever excelled at was archery, but it had been an age since he'd practiced it. As the day went on, he found it was easier to ignore what he was wearing, as most of the others present were in similar states.
Sometime after the second 'meal' break, he made the rounds to hand out water. To the next person that said yes, he offered out a chilled bottle with a smile. "Here you are, then. Even a bookworm such as myself knows that hydration is important."
═───────◇───────═
ɪɪ.) ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀᴅᴏᴍᴇ: ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴀᴍᴇ
(cw: omegaverse tropes)
Of all of the games, this one had seemed the most intriguing, at least from the outside. While he was missing out on the chance to venture to a land most of the populace was scarcely aware of, the thought of spending time in somewhere lush and green was something of a balm to his spirit, even in such an unfamiliar place. Hunting was something he had spent his formative years learning, back in Corvos, and while he doubted he'd find a bow, this sort of thing was in his blood.
Or at least, that was what he thought before he'd signed a waiver, stepped inside, and had the contraption on his wrist beep at him once more. A sex game? What?! Even after so long, he clearly remembered his first (and only) time being intimate with someone, a hushed, fumbling affair deep in the shelves of the Noumenon on the eve of earning his Archon marks... The sound of a branch snapping in the distance made his ears twitch and broke him out of his reverie, while his tail lashed in annoyance behind him.
By the Twelve, just was sort of place had he woken up in?
He shook his head briefly, then stretched out his hands-- perhaps it might be a good idea to find a tree to climb. But he'd scarcely begun to slink around the outer edge of the dome when he felt something in him shift. His senses were already heightened when compared to a Hyur, but suddenly the scents he'd been vaguely aware of hung thick in the air. Even his own, he realized with a start. He smelled... sweet? His mind raced through all that he'd studied about the mating tendencies of other species and while that admittedly wasn't much, he knew what it meant.
He was an omega, and he was the prey.
His first instinct was to take off at a run, but that would only draw more attention. Instead, he kept his easy walking pace, began to angle further into the dome. His hopes of hiding up a tree were dashed at the sound of another twig snapping-- this time much, much closer. He whirled toward the source of the sound, hands held up defensively.
"Who goes there?" he demanded, and found he disliked the way his nostrils flared to catch the stranger's scent just after he finished speaking.
═───────◇───────═
ɪɪɪ.) ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ
(G'raha's info, permissions, and kink list can be found here! Interested in all of the Locker Rooms activities, as well, especially given that most everything will be a new experience to him. Have anything else in mind? Let's do it! Feel free to PM here or hit me up on Plurk if you want to discuss anything prior to doing so. ♥)