Straight out RPG

[Kurtz]

Kurtz was still blushing deeply. It felt so good... yet... it felt so... different, to do it to someone younger. He shook his head. Did it matter what it felt like? It was up to him to make his own decisions. He murred gently at the rubbing of his shoulders, and yet, he continued his beautiful and passionate frenching with her - rolling the entirety of his tongue over hers again, and again, and again, savouring the wolfess' mouth's taste.

[Marine]

Marine sighed, leaning on the opposite side of the door frame. "No. The sort of enemy we fight are far further than you could imagine." He began, aware of more Gunships coarsing overhead. "Far on battlefields of ice, cities, and jungles."

The High Marshall fished around his neck until grabbing the tenure of office: a five pointed star with a screaming eagle emerging from its epicenter. "The Foundry protects the people and citizens that create it. We fight darkness and rogue civilizations who wish our people harm. Our Domain spans many planets and systems."

[Disturbed]

Disturbed's ears twitched seemingly interested then raised an eyebrow "Is there any chance our planet might be a target?"

< Saph's Room >

After a minute or two of frenching Saphire slowly pulled away from the kiss smiling at him. The blue wolfess gave him a soft nuzzle with her nose against his. She then licked her lips then started caressing Kurtz's neck again.

[Marine]

"Any planet is a target," Marine said.

[Disturbed]

"Well...they're not getting into my house I can guaren-fucking-tee that." Disturbed said growling loudly clenching his fists.

[Marine]

"Can you now?" Marine smiled. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that. War is rather messy, and I'd hate to see your house painted in an enemy's ichor."

[Disturbed]

Disturbed huffed then from his paw a giant red and black sword with dragons on its hilt formed "Yes...I can.." the dark wolf gave a slight grin "They dont call me Disturbed for nothing."

[Marine]

Marine studied the sword for a moment. The blade looked impressive, but the High Marshall had seen many, in different color and shape, fall into the hands of Tainted Infantry. He remembered Captain Mortecof's Blade of Thousand Lights exchange both sides before watching it burn in a lava aquifer. He admired Disturbed's confidence in wielding his blade.

"Impressive I must admit. Many men are given sobriquets however, and most have perished because of them. Seldom few ever desire a nickname. I personally believe nicknames are for tomestone headings."

[Disturbed]

Disturbed gave a light huff "More than just a nickname I can assure you."

[Marine]

"We'll see about that." Marine said, smiling.