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WHO: Hayame and YOU(?!)
WHAT: centaur cryptid action, the angriest breeding season ever, archery, a local lurker probably yelling at kids to get off her misty lawn and stop trying to care about her
WHERE: Lohkimareen [Greentruth heights, misty depths, and forest's edge]
WHEN: Beginning of Visoseri (June)
WARNINGS: potential suicidal ideation, mentions of csa, violence, estrus

01 ➵ IN MISTS [FORESTS BELOW GREENTRUTH]➵ 霧の靡に

[The Aions have been provided lodging among the tall, fortified trees of Greentruth... But one potential member of the Pleroma group has not made use of them a single night. In fact, for the more observant types... the centaur who had been among their number that first night through the portal from Godsblood, who had hung around the edges of the welcome banquet silent, brooding, and angrily eavesdropping... has barely been seen since.

There are whispers, though, the occasional bit of gossip amongst the natives. A man who often works one of the freight elevators that transports supplies up from caravans on the forest floor who complains about an occasional extra load who doesn't even tip. Merchants who talk about being watched by a strange monster or spirit in the mist, shaped like some unnatural combination of mount and man. An armorer who laments that as much as they ought to aid the Aions in their mist, there is just this one who keeps taking shortbows- what is she doing to them?

And if someone were to actually seek out that woman... The search will take them to the dangerous mists below the safety of the Greentruth trees, where shadows play across the mist and large beasts roam. But amongst the tracks left behind by reptiles are faint imprints of hoof, there is a hollow tree that seems to have been made into some sort of crude shelter, game hanging to dry high off the ground and half-prepared pelts stretched out over makeshift racks, and when you turn around-

There might be an arrowhead embedded in a tree near your face, the arrow shaft quivering with the force that has punctured the bark.]

02 ➵ FLETCHER [GREENTRUTH, NEAR GODSBLOOD PORTAL]➵ 矢作り

[There is a downside to the intense aversion Hayame feels to using her shard for so-called "communion". Mainly... she has refused the easy way to know where people are across the planet. To her it is normal, coming as she did from a world in the year 1590 where the most advanced technology consisted of woodblock printing, looms, and matchlock rifles, but...

It means she does a lot of waiting in exchange for trying to keep people out of her head, where she has so much less control than she would like people to think. Risk emotion bleed with inexperience into a conversation that, if held in person, she'd at least be able to control? She does not fancy it.

And in waiting for the man she has commissioned a bow from to appear from Godsblood... she stands (glowers) near the portal from the coastal town, hands crossed beneath her tightly bound breasts. After a few hours... she begins to resent herself for the wasted time, and right there, her large body taking up a decent amount of space near the portal...

She just commandeers a table and starts to work, pulling a feathered kill from its place hanging at her harness and beginning to pluck feathers off it right there, squinting at each one and beginning to cut them into arrow fletching. Sorry, did you need to get past her? Wondering why she's still standing there?

She isn't volunteering. She's working.]

03 ➵ NATURAL DESIRE [RIVER NEAR GREENTRUTH]➵ 発情期

[Hayame has always resented the fact that she was born a woman.

From the moment she had been old enough to watch the empty shell of an Armless woman that was her dam be led to the mounting post each year and understand why, she had known what women were best suited for in a breeding stable. Even as she trained herself in bow and polearm and blade, threw her entire effort into making herself a warrior who would be bought by a warlord to bring him victories in battle, the possibility of being sold as a broodmare or "companion" mount had always been a possibility. Always.

And nothing was a better reminder of the femininity she strove to cover with bindings, strength, and harshness than a jinba mare's heats. The urges frustrate her as they always do, turn normal scents in the air to tempting aromas, make her body into a traitor willing to lift her tail with interest at the sight of potential mates, and force her to burn with desire that anyone with a proper nose or eye would notice.

Which is what has led Hayame to the cold mountain river she is now immersed in up to her lower shoulders, letting the water wash away proof of her want and cool her body. Thinking herself alone... she allows herself the luxury of a moment of weakness, letting down her fetlock-length ebony hair and trying to work her fingers through the tangled strands that have grown difficult to handle without her master's women to provide oils and comb.

The sounds of the water, unfortunately, mean that she is somewhat unprepared for visitors. Her bow and knife, however... are still within reach.]

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[ The Man-Dog here spends most of his time within the city of Godsblood, excepting a recent lengthy stay at Venera that lasted some time after most of the Aions had already departed. While he's spent a good chunk of his life out in the wilderness as well, he's always found he thrives in bustling cities full of people. With skills that veer more towards the communications side of things, there's not a lot of reasons for him to wander out into the wilds this way.

Except...

Except he'd been working with Himeka for away to kick off and establish a spice trade from these woods and Godsblood. Though he'd must rather have Himeka and all of the rebels gather up the spices for him, there were murmurs and questions raised over his ability to bring in such rare and hard to find spices from so far away, so it behooved him to disappear from time to time.

He didn't even have to pretend to be venturing all the way into the woods himself, but if he could make it seem like he was traveling to a village near Godsblood in order to conduct his trade, then people would be less likely to question him when he showed up several days later with spice in tow.

But if he was going to be away pretending he was doing work to throw suspicion off himself, he might as well use the portal to go all the way to Greentruth and actually do a little spice gathering too.

That's what he's doing now as he makes his way along the river; his eyes are peeled for a specific plant that grows well on riverbanks, and can be dried and ground into something very tangy tasting.

Ernesto is absorbed enough in this work that he doesn't actually notice Hayame at first himself as he stoops down, brows furrowed while he scans the ground, which keeps his eyes off of the water. ]

[The flush of the river might do something to dilute her own musk, the way that many a jinba had tried to avoid keen-nosed hunting dogs when attempting escape from her master's breeding stable... But it did nothing to disguise the scents on the wind from outside of the water. Hayame doesn't want to... but she notices.

The smell of a man.

Also... the small of a dog.

And as tempting as it was to reach for her bow (her third, she's cracked and broken the others) or her knife nearby on the rocks... The only good thing (hah) about being the only jinba in this place had been that as long as she avoided horses she should also avoid most olfactory notice... But what if that man had the nose of a dog as well?

Hayame swallows her shame... and tries to move as silently through the river as she can, mane and tail leaving inky trails behind as she attempts to creep behind the rocks.]

[ Hayame's nose might be sharp enough to notice Ernesto from his spot on the riverbank, but his own nose is as dull as any other human. The dog features might hint at some extraordinary senses, but for the most part his anatomy isn't too terribly strange, and his sense of smell isn't anything to write home about.

His hearing though? That's another matter. He has four separate, fully-functioning ears, and two of those are actually dog-like in nature. While he might not smell the heat scent radiating off of Hayame from this distance, he sure as hell hears the ripping in the water. Considering these woods are dino-central? He's fast to whip his head around to check out the source of the noise.

And that's when he spots a deceptively human looking head in the water, though he misses the tail. They're probably swimming just fine, but just to make sure... ]

Hey! You alright in there?

[At this depth, only the more human-looking parts of her body are visible at first glance, her heavier lower body become shadows under the water's surface and hints of black tail flowing in the current. The face though, even though its flushed with heat... Well, maybe it's more the bark in her voice that might give it away.]

I am perfectly fine! Mind your own business!

[She'd been so close to the rocks... but now, if she continued towards them, it might look as if she were trying to hide away like some sort of cowardly maiden... But where is she supposed to go instead? Just- just stand there? Annoyed, her heat making her even more quick to frustrate, Hayame glares at him from the water, her clothing clinging wet and revealing, her long black hair slicking to her skin like some sort of bitchy Lady Godiva.]

[ Ah....

Yeah, he recognizes that voice. It's kind of hard not to, even though their interaction was brief. Hayame was very... memorable. ]

Aha... Sorry, Señorita. I didn't realize it was you. I'm sure you can swim just fine.

[ Assuming she'd even need to. There's a good chance those hooves are reaching the bottom of the river, huh? There's a few seconds where Ernesto looks the water in front of Hayame curiously, trying to gauge just how deep it is, considering it looks like she's standing still.

And then it hits him as he stares at the area immediately around her, that it looks like he's staring at her, and the lady happens to be wearing some very clingy clothing at the moment. He also remembers how mortified she'd been to even admit to having breasts that needed binding to begin with, so he probably shouldn't be doing that.

Without trying to make a big deal of it, he looks away back to the shoreline where he was searching for plants a moment before. ]

You don't have to mind me then. I'll just go back to my business.

[ Which unfortunately for her means he's not planning on leaving.

He has absolutely no idea how awkward a position he's putting her in by doing that. ]

Hayame.

[She hadn’t actually intended to give out her name today, least of all to someone so rude, but she also… can’t just keep letting him call her by something completely different. Señorita? What kind of name was that even?

And though she glared (yes, with her hooves planted firmly on the riverbed beneath the water here in the safer, slower area of flow that she had scouted out…

He doesn’t go away. He just looks away, which might be acceptable on another day, but-]

Have you no business that will take you elsewhere?

[Seeing as she wasn’t actually trying to take a bath to cleanse her body she has no excuse for needing to remove her clothing that might drive him away, but still…

That smell.]

[ That she doesn't trust him or feel comfortable around him doesn't really surprise Ernesto. The two of the didn't really get off on the right foot (or hoof... or paw...), and even if things had eventually taken a more peaceful turn, it's a hard thing to recover from immediate threats and intimidation attempts.

But Ernesto isn't nice enough to just trot off and give her the space she wants when he came here for a reason. He figures he won't be in her line of sight for longer than fifteen minutes tops, and she can probably tolerate him until then.

He'll keep his pettier thoughts to himself though, and just gives a simple two swish wag of the tail as if she isn't pointedly hinting at him to leave. ]

Miss Hayame it is then. I'm Ernesto, by the way.

[ He says all of this while not turning around to look at her. ]

And it'll take me elsewhere in no time flat. Just bear with me for a bit, and I'll be out of your hair soon enough.

Do not mock me.

[Had he said something mocking? Apparently he had, because she snaps it immediately after he says the world "miss", her shoulders growing tighter and higher. But he doesn't... move.

Hayame has just enough respect to hesitate to use the only tactic readily available to try and get him to leave that isn't violence. Honestly, shooting at him seems more appealing right now. Still...]

How long is a bit? You stink like dog.

[... More unfortunately for her in this moment, he stinks like a man.]

[ Mock...? He's having trouble figuring this one out too. Calling people Mr., Ms. or Miss is so second nature to him at this point that it seems odd someone would construe that as something negative. He's had people ask him to drop the formalities, but as far as he can tell that's just because they're used to addresses that are a little more casual.

He's even more baffled by the comment, and lifts of the front of his shirt to smell it a bit. Smells... normal to him? Is this just a new way to insult him because of the ears and tail? His ears flatten against his head, but he'll play nice, even if it might not be deserved in this case though. ]

Sorry about that, Miss Hayame.

[ Apparently he's going to keep on "mocking". ]

I bathe daily, so if there's something you're noticing, I can't really help it. Should be about ten minutes or so, if you can tolerate the smell until then.

How is your hearing that poor with a hound's ears on your head?

[The snap back comes faster than her responses tended to, bristling over the fact that she feels very clear about having warned him about the "miss" and then he just... Did it... again...

Never mind the ten minutes. She can survive ten minutes even if she doesn't want to. But the idea of hiding behind the river rocks like some kind of coward or delicate maiden...]

Huh? What was it that I didn't hear?

[ She sure warned him about something, but she may have been a tad less clear than she thought she was; largely because Ernesto doesn't realize that his use of "Miss" is quite as offensive as it apparently is to her.

She's annoyed, and it's entirely possible she muttered something he didn't hear, so despite himself he turns his head to the side, not enough that he can see her if he keeps looking straight ahead, but just enough that he can raise one floppy ear as high as it will go to listen to her better. ]

I said "do not mock me by reminding me I am a woman".

[... That is. Decidedly not what Hayame had said before, but she certainly acts as if it was, her "repeated" clarification delivered through a tight jaw and grit teeth.

On a normal day... she would have just left, as annoyed as turning her back made her feel. On a heat day...]

[ .... Huh.

Ernesto stops what he's doing now, sitting upright, though keeping his face turned away from her. The ears stay perked up as his brow furrows, trying to make sense of this one. ]

What's mocking about that?

[ And just what kind of world did she come from that it would be considered such a negative thing? ]

I'm not sure about the people you knew before now, but I'd say I know more women I respect than men that I do. Doesn't seem like there's anything wrong with being one to me.

[A world where to be a woman was to always be lesser, no matter your rank or situation. And has Hayame begun to conduct herself as if she were in a different world? Certainly not. Maybe it has been destroyed, but to be capable as others were of just accepting it, or of realizing their state? No, Hayame isn't there yet.]

I just said not to do it.

[Maybe the dog ears didn't work at all...]

If I weren't-

[- Nope, she's not going to say she's in heat out loud. Her teeth snap shut with an audible clack, and what might be a growl rumbles in her throat.]

Will you just leave already? Consider it a favor.

[Those need to be repaid. Surely that's enough of an offer?]

[ Trying to figure out what this woman does and doesn't consider an insult seems like a real headache to Ernesto. Nothing he said strikes him as markedly offensive, unless she took his attempt at being genuine as entirely patronizing. Seems possible enough, considering she's yet to be willing to take anything he's done so far in good faith.

And the offer she's making is "generous" enough, but...

He sighs heavily, ears relaxing as he just plucks a couple of plants in rapid succession, looking out with disappointment at the scattered patches of the same vegetation sprouting here and there a little ways past where he's squatting. ]

I'm not really interested in trading in favors with you, Kuranta.

[ It's not entirely accurate. Though people with equine traits from his worlds might be called that, theirs usually stops at ears and a tail, as opposed to a whole lower half. It's gender neutral though, which seems to be what she wants to, and presumably more-so than her own name is.

Plus, he's feeling just a touch petty after being fussed with for existing near her right now.

So he stands up, brushing the wrinkles out of his pants, and grabbing the bag he's been gathering plants in off the ground. With that he starts strolling down along the river, which admittedly is currently taking him closer to her, but there's no point in him going back the way he came. He'll be past her soon enough. ]

But I'll get out of your hair regardless. It's hard to work when I keep being distracted anyway.

[What the hell is a Kuranta? Not knowing that it is a race with equine like traits, she assumes that he is mocking her in some way... and snaps, irritable.]

It's Hayame.

[Not "Miss", not "Kuranta"...

And though she almost snaps at him again, when he seems to be heading towards her and not away from her... She does notice that it's just the shape of the path, and she bites her tongue, hiding her body as much as she can behind the rock. It... isn't big enough, though. Even though she turns away from him, her arms crossed tight and defensive beneath her bound breasts, her ears and the back of her neck are red with embarrassment, and her tail keeps twitching upward despite her best efforts to keep it down.

He smelled... Good.

She hates it.

She'll just try and hold her breath.]

[ Without a word he lifts a hand to give her a dismissive wave of acknowledgement. He hears her, whether or not it's going to result in him actually addressing her how she wants to be addressed or not remains to be seen.

Though he probably will. Ernesto's not particularly good at being intentionally rude unless he knows someone well enough to feel comfortable teasing them, and he definitely doesn't know her well.

As he's passing though he does glance at her quickly, noticing the red tint to what skin he can see, and also now that he's much closer... a strange smell...? It's not unpleasant, just...

Huh...

There's the smallest of pause in his walk as he stares at her for a few seconds, before he gets back to moving, getting further away from her, and taking his smell with him.

This isn't something he'll forget, but at least for this particular heat Hayame is now free of the smell of dog. ]

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