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|| Seal Clubbing ||
DIR By: WickedOne
Date: September 29, 2025, 1:52 pm
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[glow=gold,2,300][font=georgia]Lyra Frostsworn
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What a hell of a party! Lyra couldn't help but give credit where
credit was due to Abby for setting up such a sick venue, only
thing that would of made it better was an ocean view. (But that
was just Lyra being nit-picky.) She was mostly just happy to
have been allowed some creative wiggle room to play some of
their heavier material and in general let loose. Lyra could of
cared less about the more 'well-to-do' onlookers was pleased to
see so many people simply rocking out. She even got to see one
guy get clocked in the pit, fvckin radical! (Oh Horace, Karma
won't kill you but it might sock you one once in a while.)
Honestly by the end of their full set she was just so hyped she
could hardly stand still, her whole body felt like it was on
fire. Packing up their equipment went faster than usual with all
the extra hands helping out. Just as her small frame was
hoisting one of the sizable speakers, something she had done
dozens of times before she heard a voice ask. "Need a hand?"
Upon craning her neck to see whom this particular 'hand' was
attached to was reminded of "G8D of xD34thx" from the party
chat. (She is honestly unsure if it's pronounced GATE OF DEATH
or GOD OF DEATH but will probably forget to ever ask.)
[color=gold]"Huh, you look cuter in person." She mused before
shifting the heavy speaker into the man's hands, it was heavier
than one might imagine or rather she was stronger than one might
have assumed. "Guess you can hang." (His eyes were not playing
tricks on him, she most definitely did in fact wink at him.)
Auron then got the opportunity to ask for autographs from the
other members of the band. Abby with impeccable hand writing
that was very intentional with every letter, Pheobe's was more a
doodle with words inside, Max's was chickens scratch scrip, and
then finally it was time for Lyra to sign. Instead of taking the
pen (like a normal person..) she leaned down and grabbed at the
bottom most hem of Aurons shirt lifting it suddenly as if she
might try and pull it off of him. When suddenly she chomped down
above the hem line, shaking her head like a seal shakes a baby
penguin. Her own, expressive (all be it violent) way of leaving
her signature. Upon released the fabric and gave a big fanged
smile and a thumbs up in response to her work. It was certainly
an experience.
After name exchanges Lyra seemed none the wiser about who Auron
was, in fact, all she cared about in that moment was sharing in
some celebratory drinks. In following this she remained
completely oblivious to any strange glances she got periodically
as she all but dragged Auron around by the arm. Hauling him
along every time she saw something that captured her ever
shifting interest in the moment. They smoked and hung out,
chatting about various bands, music and just random junk. About
midway through the after-party Auron said he had to go feed his
cat, so Auron ended up taking Lyra along to meet Darcy. She of
course proceeded to gush about how adorable she was curled up on
her pillow fast asleep. "You should get her one of them
monogrammed pillows, fit for a princess!" She also had mentioned
how she had always wanted a pet cat herself, but they don't
really like getting wet. "My apartment in the maw has some ebb
and flow." (She meant flooding.) "When it comes to the tide
rising up, but you just cant beat the view!" (Of the fvckin port
side road and sea level... the bar is on the floor okay.)
On the way back downstairs the two were chatting a bit about
some of her stories from her time spent in the Maw, she talked
about how she'd essentially been sailing up the coast pirate
style until now. Just as she was going to share more her
attention got pulled into a drinking competition happening
amongst some Minotuars from up north. She without hesitation (or
asking) volunteered her and Auron to drink as a team in doubles.
This led to them getting very drunk and turned out Lyra was a
sore loser and a bit of a tavern brawler who despite her size
would have very willingly tried to fight the minotaurs, they of
course found her amusing and spirited which ultimately got her
some approval from The Storm Lord. (A potential story-line for
her to take levels and become storm herald barbarian.)
Once that excitement wore off Auron convinced her to sneak into
the kitchen and nab some snack, they left with an armful each
chuckling all the while. (Like sweet roll bandits.) Upon being
spotted by Mal's little pack, Lyra quickly stuffed some of the
goodies into their hands before cackling as she ran away
shouting something along the lines of them now being accomplices
too. After Auron had caught up they had a good laugh and took to
throwing what they couldn't finish down the well out front,
listening to the lewd slime noises at the bottom as the creature
below gobbled it up.
After the after-party had begun to wind down, Abby and the
others took off by Lyra opted to hang around a while longer.
Somehow she had convinced Auron to follow along with her random
acts of mischief including boosting her over the back fence to
the spa area of the Nymphs Song. Could she have just as easily
walked around and through the building to get there? "Yeah but
what's the fun in that!" Was her only response when questioned,
her chaotic and mischievous nature shining through. Abby wasn't
kidding when she said the only one in charge of Lyra was Lyra.
Next Lyra had coaxed Auron to follow her to the fence line that
housed the spa areas of the Song, when she asked him to give her
a boost he asked why she didn't just go around to the door Lyra
simply stated. "Because where's the adventure in that?"
Clambering to the other side Lyra then began running towards the
deeper part of the spa motioning for Auron to follow along.
After getting to one of the larger baths she began kicking off
her boots and stripping off her jacket, casting layer by layer
aside causing Auron to nearly short circuit for a moment.
"Common' scaredy cat the waters fine, haven't you ever gone
skinny dipping before? I'll even keep my biting to a minimum."
She had jested chopping her teeth at him teasingly before she
disappeared under the surface of the water. (Giving him a
modicum of decency in getting undressed.)By this time all the
collective flirtatious tension of the night was brought on like
a spear head leading the way to an inevitable result after so
much chemistry.
As the morning light streamed in she found herself stirring, the
dull throbbing ache of her body's exertion raged doubly so for
the headache building behind her eyes. She blinked admiring the
warm weight of one of Abby's weighted blankets from her guest
room... only to realize she was in fact not at Abby's at all and
was in fact wrapped up in the arms of the man she had spent the
night with. Lyra's memory of the exact events was at least less
spotty than her the freckles on her skin. She could recall
having spent a wild, very primal, night with one another. (And
right after she had just said she was swearing off all men...
again, for like the dozenth time.)
"Huh... well that's something."
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