Post by suyami on Jun 24, 2007 16:11:32 GMT -6
WARNING: MATURE ADULT CONTENT
Kyuru looked up from his glass of sake, realizing that the bartender was talking to him. "Oh no, I don't need anymore," he said, smiling with a rakish grin. "Unless that wench over there is serving..." Kyuru waggled his eyebrows at the well endowed serving maid, who blushed and ran off, her bosom jiggling appealingly as she did.
Kyuru watched her butt as she left, smiling at it happily. Ah, the joys of summer. he thought, a dreamy smile slowly manifesting on his tan cheeks. Startlingly blue eyes stared out from his brown cheeks, making him seem like a water bender instead of the earth bender he was. He wasn't especially good with earth bending, all he knew was some fighting, and some tricks to get him closer to the ladies. Kyuru's life centered on women, and he followed them everywhere.
"Wait!" he cried as the bartender took away the bottle of sake, but it was too late. Kyuru sighed, running his fingers through his purposefully messy brown hair. He winked at another woman as he did so, catching her eye. She frowned at him, and went back to attacking her meal. He shrugged, and moved to take a sip of his sake, but it was gone...
Kyuru slammed his fist down on the table in mock anger. He never got angry, and never got drunk, either. It was an amazing talent that he seemed to have. He also had the ability to infuriate almost every woman he met. They either hated him, and then loved him, or loved him, and then hated him. Or they just hated him. Ah, well. There were so many lovely ladies, and so little time.
Kyuru got up, leaving the bar with a yawn. His green clothes labeled him as from the Earth Kingdom, which might not have been the greatest thing, as he was in a Fire Nation bar. Seeing the dirty looks he was getting, the rakish youth ran out the door with surprising agility for a 22 year old.
Once he was outside, and no one was chasing him, he sat down on a rock, thinking about what to do next. He could follow that saucy wench from the bar, or go beg for the classy lady to take him in. Kyuru went wherever the wind blew him, and that was okay with him.
"Kyuru!" Kyuru looked up, seeing the pretty lady who had served his sake earlier on. "Why, if it isn't the beautiful orchid from the bar, " he said, casually running his hands through his sexy hair. The serving girl smiled, giggling beneath her fingers. "I can get you some more sake!" Kyuru whipped his head around, his piercing blue eyes staring her down. "If the side dish is you, then I'm in." The serving maid giggled again, and went back into the bar.
Kyuru stood up, dusting off his green tunic and his dark green trousers. His pack was worn, and the leather was so used it was almost black. He carried everything he owned in his pack, along with his extendable staff that he had named Kuran. They went together, and Kuran was the only weapon he had ever needed.
Kyuru sat back down, stubbly chin on his weathered brown hands. His eyes stared into nothing, who can say if nothing stared back? Kyuru's mind was taken over by memory, and the tale of his life unfolded before his ice cold eyes...
Kyuru remembered the day when his father had left him to seek his mother almost as clear as if it was happening today. His father had chucked him underneath the chin, telling him that it was a complete lie that his mother had run off with the bartender. Kyuru had known the truth, of course, but at the age of 10, he wasn't supposed to argue. So, he had watched his father shoulder his pack easily, going off to find his insatiable mother. Kyuru had known for a fact that they would never meet again, but thought nothing of the fact. The only thing his father had taught him was how to earth bend, and impress the ladies. Consequently, these were the things that had proven most usefull to Kyuru, but he didn't say that.
Kyuru had ran away from his empty home, going off to live in the wild, as he called it. In reality, he only left to work at the nearby bar, delivering sake, or serving it. That was when he had realized that the ladies all loved him, and would do anything for his charm.
So, Kyuru left the bar at the age of 16, going off into the 'deeper wild', which happened to be... invading Fire Nation bars. It had become a hobby, trying to see how much sake he could drink before the people realized the fact that he wasn't Fire Nation. It was about the most daring thing Kyuru did these days, except maybe fight, sometimes.
Since then, he made his way around, sleeping with every available wench, making everybody happy. He liked pleasing the ladies... and he was pleased by their pleasure. It all worked out great for him.
Kyuru snapped out of his little flashback when he heard the wench calling to him. "Yes, my little sweet? I shall devour you as mercilessly as the sake." And with that, Kyuru pounced on the lady, capturing her lips in his mouth easily. She made a sound, but it soon dimmed to a moan of pleasure. Kyuru let a small smile grace his face, but no one could see it, since he was plastered against the big breasted waitress. Kyuru roamed her body, eliciting a few groans himself.
The sake fell to the ground, unnoticed. Kyuru would drink it later, of course, when the serving wench was past words. No need to tell her that, of course.
Kyuru looked up from his glass of sake, realizing that the bartender was talking to him. "Oh no, I don't need anymore," he said, smiling with a rakish grin. "Unless that wench over there is serving..." Kyuru waggled his eyebrows at the well endowed serving maid, who blushed and ran off, her bosom jiggling appealingly as she did.
Kyuru watched her butt as she left, smiling at it happily. Ah, the joys of summer. he thought, a dreamy smile slowly manifesting on his tan cheeks. Startlingly blue eyes stared out from his brown cheeks, making him seem like a water bender instead of the earth bender he was. He wasn't especially good with earth bending, all he knew was some fighting, and some tricks to get him closer to the ladies. Kyuru's life centered on women, and he followed them everywhere.
"Wait!" he cried as the bartender took away the bottle of sake, but it was too late. Kyuru sighed, running his fingers through his purposefully messy brown hair. He winked at another woman as he did so, catching her eye. She frowned at him, and went back to attacking her meal. He shrugged, and moved to take a sip of his sake, but it was gone...
Kyuru slammed his fist down on the table in mock anger. He never got angry, and never got drunk, either. It was an amazing talent that he seemed to have. He also had the ability to infuriate almost every woman he met. They either hated him, and then loved him, or loved him, and then hated him. Or they just hated him. Ah, well. There were so many lovely ladies, and so little time.
Kyuru got up, leaving the bar with a yawn. His green clothes labeled him as from the Earth Kingdom, which might not have been the greatest thing, as he was in a Fire Nation bar. Seeing the dirty looks he was getting, the rakish youth ran out the door with surprising agility for a 22 year old.
Once he was outside, and no one was chasing him, he sat down on a rock, thinking about what to do next. He could follow that saucy wench from the bar, or go beg for the classy lady to take him in. Kyuru went wherever the wind blew him, and that was okay with him.
"Kyuru!" Kyuru looked up, seeing the pretty lady who had served his sake earlier on. "Why, if it isn't the beautiful orchid from the bar, " he said, casually running his hands through his sexy hair. The serving girl smiled, giggling beneath her fingers. "I can get you some more sake!" Kyuru whipped his head around, his piercing blue eyes staring her down. "If the side dish is you, then I'm in." The serving maid giggled again, and went back into the bar.
Kyuru stood up, dusting off his green tunic and his dark green trousers. His pack was worn, and the leather was so used it was almost black. He carried everything he owned in his pack, along with his extendable staff that he had named Kuran. They went together, and Kuran was the only weapon he had ever needed.
Kyuru sat back down, stubbly chin on his weathered brown hands. His eyes stared into nothing, who can say if nothing stared back? Kyuru's mind was taken over by memory, and the tale of his life unfolded before his ice cold eyes...
Kyuru remembered the day when his father had left him to seek his mother almost as clear as if it was happening today. His father had chucked him underneath the chin, telling him that it was a complete lie that his mother had run off with the bartender. Kyuru had known the truth, of course, but at the age of 10, he wasn't supposed to argue. So, he had watched his father shoulder his pack easily, going off to find his insatiable mother. Kyuru had known for a fact that they would never meet again, but thought nothing of the fact. The only thing his father had taught him was how to earth bend, and impress the ladies. Consequently, these were the things that had proven most usefull to Kyuru, but he didn't say that.
Kyuru had ran away from his empty home, going off to live in the wild, as he called it. In reality, he only left to work at the nearby bar, delivering sake, or serving it. That was when he had realized that the ladies all loved him, and would do anything for his charm.
So, Kyuru left the bar at the age of 16, going off into the 'deeper wild', which happened to be... invading Fire Nation bars. It had become a hobby, trying to see how much sake he could drink before the people realized the fact that he wasn't Fire Nation. It was about the most daring thing Kyuru did these days, except maybe fight, sometimes.
Since then, he made his way around, sleeping with every available wench, making everybody happy. He liked pleasing the ladies... and he was pleased by their pleasure. It all worked out great for him.
Kyuru snapped out of his little flashback when he heard the wench calling to him. "Yes, my little sweet? I shall devour you as mercilessly as the sake." And with that, Kyuru pounced on the lady, capturing her lips in his mouth easily. She made a sound, but it soon dimmed to a moan of pleasure. Kyuru let a small smile grace his face, but no one could see it, since he was plastered against the big breasted waitress. Kyuru roamed her body, eliciting a few groans himself.
The sake fell to the ground, unnoticed. Kyuru would drink it later, of course, when the serving wench was past words. No need to tell her that, of course.