The Great Sword Dream
The Great Sword Dream
(ChayrLimaiyne Epic…The Naz’Goth/Cerberus territorial boarder, Dune Province-Western Super Continent)
-He stood there, looking over the encampment, like the most stern of watchmen (The most seasoned sentry); but he was neither gateman, nor guardian, he was king (The Lion King). His encampment was not one of aristocrats and nobles; but a war party on the move. They were the last known vestiges, of the known world’s most powerful armada; from its once most prestigious empire (The long forgotten kingdom of ChayrLimaiyne). That was his name and his birthright; that place. Befitting, he thought to himself, in that moment; that a forgotten king, be named after a forgotten fatherland. ChayrLimaiyne gazed firmly, at the thousands of stars, shining down on the thousands, within his garrison. It was Second Summer now (Of the three annually), marked by the presence, of the coming second Fire Moon (Solar eclipse). Darkness would soon cover the whole realm for a night; and the Lion King knew in the depths of his soul, that grave misfortune, would sail across that darkness. He breathed in slowly, consuming the aromas of embers, incents and cleansing war oils; the cool breeze and brilliant starlight, washing over his bare body and bushy Lion tail…He was well defined-Even by the standards, of an anatomically perfect, species-Known, the known world over, for their prowess and physiques. ChayrLimaiyne was however, a perfect, perfect man; often jested as the love child, of his mother & one of the Glowing Gods, of times immemorial. If not for his “gene glyphs”-Unique runes and calligraphy-That covers each Hyperian’s body (Specifically golden one’s, possessed solely, by the Lord-King bloodline); such a claim, may have been taken seriously (Such is the argument of his perfection). His skin is dark like wet mud and cocoa-Nubian hued-Were such ethnically mundane cultures, as man’s to exist, on the First World. His hair is as gold as Heindahll, twisted like ropes into locks; and his eyes are as blue as the Sapphire Shores of Shyera. He is tall for his young age, broad and stocky; but lean and lanky (With 3 long curving gold spikes, protruding from the sides of his forearms and calves)…His hardened stare became softer; and his half frown, became a full smile, as she approached him. He turned to face the thick, nude, warrior woman; and she returned his smile, with her fangs exposed…She wasn’t short by any means (6 1/2 feet, is difficult to dismiss, on most any world); but he still towered over her, by several feet. She was narrow of waist, but quite wide in the arc of her hips, thighs and glutes. Her arms were slender, yet impossibly well-defined; flanking her chiseled torso and heavily framed chest. Her eyes matched his own, but her skin was caramel and her hair was as yellow, as the far suns; in copious winding waves, to her middle back…He smiled at the shimmer effect, caused as light flickered, across her own gene glyphs (Which too were gold; a daughter of the highest noble houses, in the fallen kingdom)-SH: “My bed would be warmer, were you in it, my king.”-He chuckled a bit, before settling his eyes, all about her body-CH: “Your bed?”-She reeled back playfully, smiling, as she placed here bare chest against his-SH: “The owner of it is immaterial; only the warmth, that will come of you, joining me in it.”-He grabbed her up, by her waist and the space between her backside and upper thigh, to make eye contact-(She, wrapping her arms and legs around his neck and torso)-CH: “What if it is?”-Her nose curled up, as she squinted a bit, in confusion-SH: “If what is?”-CH: “Material—what if”-He gazed into the tent before them-CH: “I do want it to be your bed?”-She arched her right brow-SH: “Are you proposing something, Lion King?”-She said this, kissing him softly and slowly, about his face-CH: “And if I am? If I do desire, that you share my bed?”-SH: “I have already shared your bed, my king; I would strongly suggest, that you proposed something, much more lofty.”-He laughed again; but harder, even wiping a tear, before firmly grasping her waist again-CH: “Be my bride, ShayLahmahrr Kysharr’Rha.”-She grew pale, as if she had thought it all in jest, until that moment-SH: “No!”-CH: “No?!”-He nearly dropped her; not out of offense, but rather, utter dismay-CH: “What loftier price, but my heart and throne, can a king offer you?”-SH: “A mother to your heirs.”-He smiled much more openly than before, exposing his fangs as well-CH: “Then what loftier a place to start, than my bed?”-SH: “Our bed!”-They both giggled like children-CH: “Then you accept; you will be my queen—Mother of my heir?”-She rolled her eyes in a half smile, before answering with them locked, on the earth beneath them-SH: “No.”-His face went blank, then contorted a bit, in puzzlement-CH: “But you just said”-SH: “I will be your queen, .”-She cut him off, grabbing his hand and placing it, on the lower most parts of her abs-SH: “But I am already the mother of your heir.”-ChayrLimaiyne looked into her eyes, with dumbfounded curiosity; and she smiled, shaking her head vehemently, in confirmation. The Lion King lifted her above his head; spinning around several times, roaring into the sky, of his newfound parenthood. Swooping his newly proclaimed fiancé up into his arms, he took ShayLahmahrr into the enormous tent; and tossed her down, playfully, onto the titanic bed, in laughter. She crawled on all fours, seductively to the center of the bed-Torturing him with her exposed tender parts-Then laid onto her back, in spread eagle (With a lustful gaze)-SH: “Now add your warmth to my bed.”-He smiled, leaping onto her, coercing a girlish yelp and laugh thereafter-CH: “Our bed!”-They drank in each other for an eternity. Kissing fiercely-He entered her from several angles-Several times; before they finally fell exhausted, onto the cool sheets (Panting breathlessly; never having left her womb, as they laid spooning, until they fell unconscious)…
(ChayrLimaiyne Epic…Undisclosed location)
-ChayrLimaiyne “awoke,” in what can only be described, as a desperately bizarre place. There beneath him, was an immensely large obelisk, floating atop an inverted, all gold, Pyramid-City. It was miles above the world’s surface; and flanked from each corner (At an equal distance), by another great, golden, Pyramid-City. Surrounding him on all four sides (On the planet’s surface), was a single (Enormous, golden, nude, female), sphinx monument. Miles above each of their crowns-Below the golden cities in height-Was a blue star, nearly the size of a moon; with shifting and oscillating rings (Made up of iridescent cerulean asteroids). Cradled between each of the humongous sphinx’s arms, was a single golden traditional pyramid; that seemed small comparably, but rivaled the pyramids of V’EL-Undra in size. There above each of these customary pyramids, were various polyhedrons, of intense “solid” azure light; relative in size to the pyramids themselves. The most awe inspiring spectacle however, was none of these great colossi; but a single pearl white, traditional pyramid, beneath the central Pyramid-City-(Miles taller than the gold sphinx idols-Topped with a blue diamond tip-Nearly half the size of the Pyramid-Cities)…ChayrLimaiyne gasped, nearly choking on his saliva, as his senses reeled, from the majestic eye sore. It was the Mountain of God, he knew it. Its likeness was engraved, into half the walls of the Old World; and was embroidered, into every King’s Banner & Sigil, since the founding of Lord-Kings (By the ancient Star Sages of antiquity). He looked up into the skies, to witness the third and final Fire Moon; the most epic astronomical event, of each solar cycle (All 3 suns, being simultaneously eclipsed, by one of the First World’s, largest 3 moons). Darkness covered the entire fantastical landscape; and for a moment, only the distant lights of the Father Stars-Reflecting off of the various gold surfaces-Could be seen, in the blanket of night. Only then, a great flash blinded the Lion King, causing him to howl into a kneel. Rubbing his eyes, he saw it; the Glorious Glowing Glaive…BraniQQ’KK Dyn Allysbahrr (Meaning God’s Wrath) was the first Lord-King known in antiquity; and consequently, the progenitor of every Lord-King, known since. He is best known however, for his time prior to the throne, as Grand General of the Eluh Empire; and his many famed victories and quest, across the uncharted prehistoric Old World. In death, he became the First Sword of Hyperia-Both literally and figuratively-As both a traditionally symbolic rank, signifying its ultimate defender; and also his meta-physical ascension, into a realm, where his spirit would possess the Holiest of Holy’s. The ancient Wizards had used their alchemy, to fuse soul and steel, into the greatest weapon ever fashioned; a sword imbued with the wrath of the gods...ChayrLimaiyne instinctively clasped the hilt in his hand; causing it to flash again momentarily (Illuminating the mastery and articulation, used to forge the God Fang)...BraniQQ’KK’s blade-Which is wide-Curves inward at the midpoint; then curves back outward, all the way to its narrowing tip. Both of BraniQQ’KK’s sword edges, are encrusted with laser sharp, blue diamond; and it is engraved, with otherwise invisible writings, all along the base of its platinum blade (With two gold tridents, serving as its cross guard)…Fastening his grip, ChayrLimaiyne squinted, as the sword began to thrum like a pulsar. He immediately began falling-Not from the obelisk-But from below the Pyramid-City, it sat on (Down towards the great White Mountain). Without a thought, he gipped the blade (Inverted) in both hands, as he approached the pinnacle, of the pyramid. Driving the sword down, into the tip of the blue diamond top, it was splintered all the way down, to the base of the pearl pyramid. Sapphire light screamed up out of every crevice, lighting up the otherwise blackened skies, before the mountain exploded furiously (Wiping out the entire uncanny environment)…
