[Geeky Sundays] Captain, My Captain Otome Edition

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On today’s blog, we are going to talk about captains, and most of them are coming from my otome games. Arrr~ Also, don’t be surprised with the vast majority of them actually being pirates, as for this round, the Hakuouki captains didn’t make the cut in this segment (sorry guys!). Now without further ado, let’s break open the kegs, pour some rum, and light an island on fire…


“O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up–for you the flag is flung–for you the bugle trills; 10
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths–for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.”-Walt Whitman


Who was the captain of your otome beginnings?

Captain Alan/Roy… He’s… Unique

The first captain of my otome beginnings was Alan/Roy from Pirates in Love, and oh my good lordy he is a mess of a captain. I swear he could be Jack Sparrow’s brother or cousin because he did a lot of weird shit that was hard to forget. Like stealing food from another ship, ruining plans that could save everyone, even if it was an accident.


Although he does have an amazing first mate named Fuzzy, who is in love with Hayate from the Sirius crew, I wouldn’t be caught in a tussle with that woman even though I know how to defend myself. Fuzzy doesn’t mess around, and she can bench press every one. I’m not kidding.


Anyways, Alan who is now called Roy in the Love 365 App from Voltage Inc, is one hell of a kooky character, but he has his moments of cuteness. I’m not someone who likes the flirty type, and I didn’t fall for Alan even in his own route (OUCH!), but he’s a memorable captain that I don’t think many of us can forget.



When you think about captains who is the first one to come to mind?

Captain Morgan of the Sirius Crew

Hands down, the first person that comes to mind when I think of captains is Captain Morgan/Ryuga of the Sirius Pirates. One of the other first captains I met in the otome world (besides Alan), he has an affinity for liquor and likes to fool around when things get serious. However, when he does poke fun it means he has a plan, even if you may not understand it right then and there. He’s trustworthy, and a lot of the Sirius crew looks up to him for leadership and guidance when times get tough.


However, he’s a flirt, and he’s big on drinking… So it took a bit of time to get used to his antics with the MC, albeit, the MC possibly made it a bit hard to trek through the game as well, considering she never seemed to evolve with the crew (cough, just like KBTBB MC, cough). However, because I’m a nutcase for historical aspects and such, Capt. Morgan is on my top list of lovely captains to romance in Otomelandia… If you’re okay with the flirty type.

He looks quite dashing in the ‘two years later’ stories.


Who is your favourite fictional captain?

Navy Captain Leonardo

I have never forgotten this man, Captain Leonardo, and it’s because of his complete adoration to his beloved cat that he is one of my favorite fictional captains of all time. I’m sorry, other people may have a different opinion, but when this tough, Naval Captain first came onto the scene, and then practically became this complete weirdo for his cat. I was intrigued at how hilarious his staunch and stern character had morphed into this fanboy for felines, and thus, he became a beloved favorite to my list.


I can’t help but like a guy who loves and dotes on his animals, it also helps me understand how their affection and love can be towards the MC. Just like Jumin Han (I do like Jumin Han btw, I just have to keep poking fun at his bad ending every time I see something about a cat lover)


I digress, Leonardo is pretty stiff around you in the beginning because of his line of work, and the fact you’ve been hanging out with pirates; but when he warms up to you he’s incredibly sweet. His whole love and utter devotion for his cat just happens to be one of the triggers as to why I find him adorable and unique. A memorable captain, indeed!



Who is your favourite crew?


My favorite crew is the Sirius Gang, what up home dawgs, whoop whoop~! Okay, enough of that, anyways, hands down, this bunch of pirates has been my all-time favorite since I first stepped into unknown Otomelandia territory. The diverse crew made the adventures we took on the high seas incredible as well as entertaining with comedic moments and such. While I do not have an ultimate favorite husbando from the crew, I can safely say that these guys would be my bros if we had to go on adventures and treasure hunting.


The food grudge is also real here so I suggest you make sure you eat all the food Nathan aka Nagi makes, and also you may want to hide up in the crow’s nest with Hayate every once in a while to escape Eduardo the extreme sadist. Thomas aka Toma is the bubbly younger brother you really want to have at your side when times get tough and you need someone to help cheer you up. Christopher aka Soushi, is the doctor who knows how to tend to your wounds and also ease your heart.

Then Captain Morgan/Ryuga, well if you like to drink to the bottom of the barrel, he’s your man LOL. No, but to be serious everyone in the crew has their quirks and good qualities, but just an FYI, avoid Shin/Eduardo if you don’t like TRUE sadists. If you like Tsun-Tsuns, swing into action with Hayate.



What is your favourite ship?


When Shall We Date was still awesome back in the earlier years, they came out with this beautiful standalone app called Pirates: Teasured Love in the Ocean. With over 11 different men to choose from, you could romance the royal army captain, a naval captain, and your usual boisterous pirate captains. I loved this app so hard until its recent demise into being placed into the HEINOUS Story Jar App… However, I will not go into a complete tangent about that thing here. If you want to know more about my disdain for it check out this post I’ve written here.


Heine is the mysterious captain of the Ghost Ship (aka I want to call it the Flying Dutchman’s Ship), this man is a yandere-ish person but please don’t get scared off by that. He has an amazing ship… and personality XD. No I’m serious, he has a carnival on his ship okay, and I’m down for that and plus his ship carries some awesome sci-fi technology. I’m a nerd for all this stuff, so yea, his ship, hands down-Creepy, Sci-Fi, and Yandere man. Let’s Go~!



The last fandom you experienced has suddenly been cast at sea/into outer space. Who is the captain and who is their crewmates?

I was laughing with this question, I was just playing a game with a captain and crew LOL

This is very funny considering my last fandom is still in Otomelandia, and it’s the cast of Castaway! Love’s Adventure. So instead of making up a crew and captain, this gang already has all that’s necessary including Captain Hughes aka Clyde. The crew has just been shipwrecked onto a foreign island off the coast of nowhere, and there’s ancient ruins.

While everyone has a different agenda on what they want to do or wish to do on the island, Capt. Clyde tries his best to keep it together with his cool and level-headed mindset. He can be a dork when it comes to jokes and dry humor, but he’s the man you can rely on in a pinch. Not to mention is pretty much a handy-man for things that don’t involve electronics, and he served in the military.

This gorgeous man is one hell of a captain, and then some. 




I’ve made it to the last prompt of Seriously Geeky Sunday’s June Edition from @justgeekingby, and it has beenhella fun and exciting. I got to reach back into certain areas of my travels through Otomelandia and talk about them and hopefully inspire others to search for these games. Tell us who would be your captain in the comments below, don’t forget to tag @justgeekingby so she can see as well! As always, thank you for visiting and see you on the gaming side!

Also, I think I’ve overstayed my welcome on the island, since we incidentally burned the rum… RUN!


[Geeky Sunday] Otome Warrior Edition

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Hello and welcome to a belated Seriously Geeky Sundays post, I’m on the late train but I’m almost caught up with June’s prompts, and hopefully, I can get ‘Captain, My Captain’ out by tomorrow! This has been a fun detour from my usual gaming content, and I appreciate the hard work and creativity that Heather from geeking-by.net has curated. I highly recommend checking her blog out for more creative content and awesome merchandise. If you’d like to participate in June’s Seriously Geeky Sundays, you can find the link here. Without further ado, draw your weapons and get ready, it’s time to rally up the warriors!



What is the most pivotal fictional battle you can think of?

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The war on Steam London from Code: Realize ~Guardian of Rebirth & ~Future Blessings~, the war that occurred was tragic as we took to the skies and saw the devastation of this colossal beast known as The Nautilus. This monstrous invention was created by Captain Nemo, and it’s not pronounced Knee-Moh, like the adorable fish from Finding Nemo. You have to pronounce it with grand flare, arms open wide and scream, KNEEEE-MOOOOOOOOOO~!

Code Realize ~Guardian of Rebirth~ Episode 11: Save Cardia, Save ...I’m not a fan of war, in any given era, shape, or form. I’m not a violent person, and I have a dislike for situations like these. It’s a bit of a touchy subject matter as events that transpired in the game are concepts that we’ve studied in our own history, and the power struggle between countries is very much real. Code: Realize engineered a fictional war in this otome game, however, a lot of the elements that they combined in creating such a devastating scenes was the catalyst for the characters involved. This war was unnecessary in this world, but, for the main protagonist and crew, it was considered a necessary trigger for the game to progress.

It’s fictional, thank goodness, but war is never the answer. Albeit, I can’t imagine how I’d feel looking up at this monstrous abomination in the skies. Running for cover would be counterproductive…


Who is your favorite warrior?

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My favorite warrior, or should I say, warlord is Ieyasu Tokugawa. Yes, he was a real person, and he was the man who unified Japan after the death of Oda Nobunaga. While he’s been recreated several times in many otome games, Ieyasu usually had similar character traits that appeared even in other visual novels. From my understanding, a lot of the game makers tried to implement his true personality into his game characters.


Meeting Ieyasu
Gray be like … ^^^


To be honest with you, Ieyasu has either come off cheeky, cold, and kuudere status whenever I’ve broached his routes in Ikemen Sengoku to Samurai Love Ballad. I happen to be biased, so I’m gonna say I like all of his versions that I’ve managed to come across. My top two favorite versions happen to be Cybird and Voltage’s version, and I generally don’t like cold brutes or cheeky brats, however, I ended up falling for him regardless.

Safe to say, if I happen to travel back in time to fall in love with a warlord (or Jamie Fraser from Outlander), I’d more than likely jump into Ieyasu’s arms first LMAO.

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Ieyasu Tokugawa from Nightshade (he’s the one in the back)


Is there a fictional warrior class you admire?

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My favorite class, if it is available in games, is the ‘shinobi/ninja’ crew, with the ‘samurai’ class coming in second to it. While I love myself some hot warlord samurais, I prefer the stealth and incognito work of ninjas. These guys must understand the technique of being quiet on their feet, and quick in figuring out solutions under time-sensitive moments. I’ve always admired shinobis for their ability to hide in the shadows, and be maybe one of the first concepts of ‘spies’ in Japan.

The hard work, dedication to do parkour, gymnastic movements, while being handy with pressure point and vital organ injuries, make for an impressive warrior. Not only that, but I also love the fact that in certain games you can play tricks on certain people, and run away at brisk speed or disappear into the ceiling LMAO.



What is your favorite quote about battles?


My favorite quote is from Alexander the Great, “I am not afraid of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.” There is so much power in this quote alone that tells you just how different a war can begin and end, depending on who is leading the pack. I’m not going to be giving a history lesson here, but this quote can be transcended into reality and also into games.

While I may not be an FPS type of gal, the games I do interact with have common themes that deal with war or civil unrest. If we think about it, Ikemen Sengoku, Hakuouki, Ikemen Revolution, Bad Apple Wars, Kochoki -A Tale Beyond Destiny-, Arabian Nights Love Story, etc… A lot of the wars that were triggered in these games revolve around a trigger set off by a ‘lion’ who was leading sheep or a ‘sheep’ leading a pack of lions.

Depending on the rival, twisting the hands of fate lies within the hands of the MC and their decision to be either a sheep or a lioness/lion in the making.

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If you could join a fictional fighting organization what would it be?

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I would definitely be part of the ninja faction that serves Ieyasu in the future because I’m down for that kind of action! I love the aspect of going in undercover, carrying hidden weapons and also sneaking around on rooftops, since I love seeing the sky and looking down below. I guess, I like seeing things from different perspectives and angles, and I’ve always seen ninjas as a type of hero that can flip their way of thinking because they have to also be able to be just as flexible in body.

For example, for me, working in the medical field, you’re constantly in motion, and your middle name becomes ‘adaptability.’ Learning to cope with dire situations to the ever-changing scape of society rules, I feel like I’ve honed my own skills in a similar manner as a ninja would have (minus running off rooftops and carrying shurikens); I feel working with ninjas would give me peace of mind as they can either work in groups or by themselves. Either way, they hold a different honor code then the samurai, but their versatility in love and war still amazes me. SIGN ME UP PLEASE!


Also, I wanted to point out they don’t go into the frontlines like the samurai would. They use more of a wolf-pack tactic to surround their prey, versus how Lord Kenshin tries to do things…



You’re able to learn one battle ability or spell for a day; what would it be?

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The Yamazaki Style Ninpou, Tatami Flip! Honestly, this is more of a realistic type of talent if you time the throw correctly. However, my throwing abilities are not that grand, and my timing is lousy, but I would love to be able to do this to someone I was trying to flee from. I’d more than likely use it on frenemies I’ve managed to make, this move would be quite the nice ability to have in my repertoire of how to run away from social gatherings.

Yamazaki is another unsung hero in my list of ninjas that I look up to besides the Sanada clan, but damn… If could use the abilities that Yamazaki has I would be a pro at social distancing and running away with food.

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After looking over the questions that were prompted, and how I articulated them, I realize I’m a super huge fan of ninjas… Which can basically explain why I’m constantly eyeballing romances with them in visual novels or otome games. However, this has been a fun detour from my usual posts, and I appreciate the detour into exploring a couple of my favorite past times.

Tell me who your favorite warriors are as well, let us know in the comments! As always, thank you for reading and see you on the gaming side~!


Autumn Written in Blood

The gentle sensation of an autumn chill stroked against her cheeks, but Evangeline kept her eyes closed, and threw the duvet over her face. She tried to force herself to go back to sleep. She was sure that if she chose to rise from the comfort of her linens, she would see the mid-fall and winter frost dancing across her window pane. She could very well imagine herself settling for a warm cup of coffee at her usual cafe and take in the scenery for inspiration.

However, a cloak of numbness had wrapped itself around her soul, managed to keep her sullen, and not wanting to move. A vicious case of writer’s block had taken wake in her spirit, and was haunting her body like a disease.

“I need to check my phone…”

Evangeline let a sigh escape as she agonizingly roll beneath the covers onto her stomach and reached for her phone. These last few months had proven to be a struggle. Sleepless nights, trashed character concepts, and story board papers strewn about on the usually well kept floor. The life of a writer was shining at it’s darkest upon her. Sliding her fingers on the screen of her work phone, she saw multiple newsletters and amass of emails from her editor.

She groaned, knowing full well that her editor was going to hunt her down if she didn’t get back to him today, “I’ve gotta get up.”

With the vigor of an old decrepit 90 year old body, Evangeline’s feet touched the hard floors as she practically dragged herself towards the shower. The familiar hiss of hot water raining down from her shower head, her pajamas sluiced down to the floor. Her thoughts of hope also falling along with it.

Slipping into the spray of liquid heat, she washed, and scrubbed the grime of her sleepless escapade. Lately, Evangeline had been dreaming random oddities, she was seeing visions of unknown origins, while this should of been something to use as inspiration for her writing. The dreams made no linear sense nor did it strike passion, what it did do, plant a seed of wariness and perhaps… fear.

Evangeline shook her head, maybe being an author had finally taken a toll on her sanity. Causing her to frequently hallucinate more than live properly in the real conforms of reality.

“And that’s why I’m a writer…”

Bad Apple Inc: Outfoxed Excerpt



Bad Apple: Foxed Excerpt

The smell of human exudation and sex hormones were formidable from where Kizuna Eiri stood in the crowd of party goers in the club. It was enough to make her want to rip her own nose off from the excess smell of cheap cologne and highly alcoholic perfumes that resonated in the oxygen in Club Lune. But there was also another scent in the air that made her almost want to reel from impending fear, it was an undeniable musk that made her legs begin to quake. Wolves. The club was owned by wolves, and not just by a small Omega pack that usually run these kinds of establishments. No, as she took another whiff of the air and scented out Alpha and Beta wolves, at least more than twenty of them lurking somewhere around the club.

“You can do this.” Kizuna chanted to herself, she couldn’t lose her nerve now that she had come this far. She wouldn’t have come here if it weren’t for a tip that her second eldest sister, Kaya, may be here. It had been over three months since her sister had suddenly abandoned her and their family in Yama Horo. Kizuna felt her mind slip back to that day when she had come from her routine of running through the hollow, the look of grief on her family’s faces as she came into the den. Kaya was to be the next in line to take over the Eiri Den, since the death of first eldest sister who had been slain by the clan for a betrayal so horrid to speak of, her family had sworn to never speak of such disloyalty ever again. There was much speculation that Kaya’s departure was due to her resistance to be married to someone that was not of her choosing, which resulted in her abandonment of the Eiri Den. The clan elders of Yama Horo deemed that she was to be hunted, brought back to the hollow, and then slain before the clan elders for such insolence.

Kizuna bit her lower lip as she brought herself back from her reverie, she wanted nothing else than to see her eldest sister happy… She gulped, which meant she was also willing to find her beloved sister and give her money to get her the hell out of dodge. Kizuna scanned the dark club, her eyes having a hard time adjusting due to the damned laser lights and disco orb of ridiculousness above her. She closed her eyes again and inhaled, a trickle of fear tingling down her spine. The wolves’ essence was getting stronger, meaning they were closer to her than earlier.

From her own history lessons from her mother, wolves were notorious, territorial killing bastards, and she was a fox in the wolf’s den. Kizuna exhaled a strangled breath, she was already on enemy grounds and none of them had noticed her scent when she came in. She was sure her scent was masked with the Kitsune ward she had conjured before coming into this glory hole. Kizuna ground her teeth, it was now or never, she had to find Kaya, and standing around with underdressed teens and junkies was not going to get her anywhere.

“What do we have here?” Kizuna froze as a warm breath caressed her ear, the deep brogue of the man made the blood for her face drain. Wolf. Shit. Run. Out of instinct Kizuna dropped to the floor and morphed into her fox form shedding her clothes in her transformation. She was lucky the club was dark and the only lighting was black lights and lasers, giving her cover from the humans. Her fox form darted between legs, ping ponging between drunk men and women who were obsessed with the hardcore beat that pumped through the speakers in the club. Kizuna made another sharp turn passing a couple eating each other’s face out before taking cover under a table by the bar, her heart rushing waves of adrenaline to her brain.

She glanced around her surroundings and realized she had sprinted across the huge dance floor without being noticed, but then again everyone was too intoxicated to even care if they felt either a breeze or a tickle against their legs to give a shit. Kizuna twisted her head to focus her eyes at a door across from her table that was guarded by two big wolves. Her nose twitched as she sniffed the air and grimaced. Her heart rate was skyrocketing as she smelled the familiar scent of jasmine and rich earthy musk, Kaya had been here. Kizuna maneuvered her way underneath other tables, careful whipping around the drunk patrons as she got herself closer to the door. The two burly wolves guarding the entrance were menacing, and looked like they could snap her body in half with one punch to her gut. She needed another way into the back room, if her nose and intuition was right, her sister Kaya had either been back there or, Kizuna hoped, maybe Kaya was still here, alive.

“This must be the Lune Lair,” Kizuna thought to herself as she recalled from what her source had told her about the club. The VIP back room known as the Lune Lair, was more so a sex dungeon, rather than a calm reprieve area for hardcore dancers and drunks. A click of a swinging door opening and closing caught Kizuna’s attention, surveilling the room, Kizuna saw the open kitchen door.

“I can do this,” carefully, Kizuna moved towards the bar, once getting to it, she pressed herself against the wood while she slithered her way under stools and dodged kicking feet. As if by a stroke of luck, before her stood a rolling cart of dishes, as much as it was disgusting it would mask her scent a little from the wolf who had found her. Holding her breath, she dove into the cart, just as the bust boy began wheeling it into the kitchen. The cart rolled its way through the open kitchen doors, Kizuna buried herself deeper into the filthy helpings of leftovers in the dray. The stench of half eaten raw steaks and elk, was beyond foul and had her tearing up, but it couldn’t cover up the dominant smell of virile male wolves in the kitchen.

Please don’t smell me, Kizuna pleaded as the cart made another turn into the back of the kitchen.

“Daryl, come help me with this stuff before you wash those dishes.” A gruff voice called out from behind her, the deep baritone made her heart race as she heard footsteps come bounding close to the cart. Oh Gods, please don’t let him smell me! She was quivering now, as the wolf came up to the bus boy.

“I’m coming, I just need to put these on the counter,” the boy, Daryl, responded as he started to lift the bottom tray that she was in. Shit.

“Boy, we have a full bar of drunk idiots who need to be served. Do those damn things later,” the wolf responded as he turned on his heel with Daryl following after him.

Kizuna could hear her heart in her head as the foot falls became incoherent with the kitchen sounds, “stay calm… Do what you came here to do.” Sliding herself out from the tray she grimaced as a piece of lettuce and a squirt ketchup clung to her fur. When this was done, she was going to have a nice hot shower. Gods, did she also have Buffalo sauce on her? Settling her paws on the floor she looked around for an exit, the dirty dishes cart wasn’t going to keep her covered forever and she had to find another way to the Lune Lair. As if the Gods were answering her questions, she glanced up to see a vent, and there were boxes stacked in a staircase like fashion leading to it. Taking another look behind her to make sure no one was watching, she began to hop onto the boxes as quietly and swiftly as possible. Making it to the top, she let out a soft sigh. “Almost free,” with her teeth, she pulled at the tip of the old screen that covered the vent, the metal frame came off with a low groan causing her to freeze and prick her ears up and look below. Relief washed over Kizuna as the kitchen staff didn’t seem to hear it, or maybe the cacophony of the club and kitchen noises overcame the sound of the vent being peeled off. With one more look again to check that no one had heard or seen her, Kizuna slowly positioned herself to enter the vent.

“And where do you think you’re going, love?” Her blood turned to ice as she the voice from earlier spoke out to her from below, Kizuna slowly turned her head towards the male, every muscle in her body froze as she saw the alpha male standing in front of the boxes. Kizuna hadn’t even heard him approach. She didn’t even smell him!

She eyed the wolf cautiously as he began to approach, his liquid gold eyes held onto her, almost as if he was devouring her. His black hair was tousled a bit, as if he had been running around, mostly likely because of her. From Kizuna’s judgement, he was tall as hell, and while he wore a fitted suit, even she could sense the lethal aura beneath the exterior. Her gaze roamed over him, if she wasn’t scared for her life about wolves and the fact she was on a mission. She would have complimented the wolf for looking well refined and ask if he was Adonis in another life. Kizuna immediately brushed the thoughts aside as she started to move closer to the vent, her eyes still on the wolf.

“If you come down from there now, I will not hurt you little one.”  His voice was sounded like liquid heat, coaxing her gently to come to him.

Like hell he won’t, Kizuna growled out of nervousness. Sensing that he was going to pounce, she sharply turned into the vent and made her hindlegs kick out hard to send some of the boxes falling as she escaped into the ventilation system. A howl of frustration enveloping her as she scurried through the vents, away from the predator that she knew, would hunt her down.

Alasdair Ward howled as he saw the vixen jump into the small vent, the wolf in him roared as instincts over took him. If the fox wanted to be hunted, he would show her who would win this game.

Alasdair turned to look at a group of his men who had gathered behind him, “how did none of you smell the fox in here?” A few men gulped, while others looked away from his glare, “Do not stand here, track her, find her, and bring her hide to me.” He pushed passed his men, and then shot a challenging stare to all of them, “did you not hear me?” The wolves out of fear, dropped what they were doing and spread out from the kitchen and into the club area. Alasdair reached into his pocket and held a piece of the stray vixen’s clothing that she had dropped when he first tried to approach her, up to his face as he inhaled her scent, his feral side bellowed as he took in her aroma. When he had been scoping the crowd to oversee the drunk patrons, Alasdair had thought he was imagining the exotic smell of jasmine and cherry blossoms. The tantalizing smell stirred the wolf within him to find the source, he had stalked through a crowd of teens and college kids when he saw her. The vixen stood in the center of a crowd with a concerned look on her eloquent face, through the dark lighting of the club he could see her porcelain skin glow like the moon. Her eyes reflected the color of the earth, a deep burgundy and russet that entranced him, and full lips that made him eager to want to see if she tasted as good as she smelled. Black hair the color of ash that was tailored into a pixie cut that highlighted her oriental features, he felt his wolf eagerly command him to claim the beautiful creature before him. Alasdair growled as he remembered how she reacted when he only wanted to talk to her. He shook his head as he tried to fight the feral urges threatening to take over, his human side wanted to talk with the female, his wolf however, wanted to throw her over his shoulder and take her somewhere quiet to ravish her. However, that chance was now gone, and if his little fox wanted to play with wolves. “So be it,” he chuckled.


Crawling through the vents with limited light truly sucked hairy coconuts, Kizuna grumbled as she scurried around in the dark and knocked her noggin into a few dead ends. Her thoughts mulled over the fact that she could use her Kitsune Magick wards and create an opening, however, if she did that, she knew it would send a ripple of energy through club, and almost any wolf, vampire, or creature that held magick in the vicinity would know she was there. Banging into what seemed like the twentieth metal wall, Kizuna abruptly came to a halt as a familiar scent bombarded her senses, her sister’s essence lingered somewhere close by. Kaya must have been brought here, hope flickered inside her as she paced her way towards the aroma. After what seemed like an eternity of zig-zagging, Kizuna found herself in front of a vent that practically emanated her sister’s scent. Pushing her nose against the screen, she sniffed, she could smell faint traces of other creatures having been in the room, but the one that seemed to stand out even higher was Kaya’s. Slowly with her paws, Kizuna began to push against the grate, the vent not making as much noise as started to give way, until the last nudge. Suddenly the steel covering made a horrible scrunching noise as it peeled off the wall and fell onto a couch below her. Kizuna flinched, her body frozen as she could smell the mixed scents of fox, wolves, and jackal permeating the room, almost completely making her want to choke from the stink. Her heart was hammering again as she listened for anyone coming, instead she was met with a pained groan from below. Kizuna felt herself jump down into the room, her body shifting from fur to human flesh. The pads of her feet softly landed onto the rough patch of carpet which sheared into her skin as she crouched down in all her nakedness. Her eyes went wide as she didn’t know what to think as she observed whips, chains, St. Andrew’s Cross, and collars that hung on hooks. It was a dungeon alright, Kizuna assessed as she stood up and looked for the source of the groan in the room. Her heart rate coming down as she realized that there was no one in the room, and that the noises were permeating from the room next door.  Kizuna felt like bopping herself for jumping in without really assessing the situation, she had thought that maybe, maybe, her sister was in here. She closed her eyes, letting the embarrassment of acting on impulse slide away as she sniffed again and got a whiff of sex, sweat, human and animal secretions. The odor slithering its way around her nostrils, as she tried not to gag while she treaded lightly towards the bed. Kizuna sucked in a sharp breath as she smelled her sister’s scent was getting even stronger as she approached the divan. The sheets may have been changed several times from others’ using the room, but it was there, her sister had been shackled to this bed. Kizuna felt her body react to a moment of thinking of what it would be like to be taken by the alpha male that was chasing her.

“Focus, stupid!” She snarled at the fox part of her, she needed to think clearly, what if Kaya had been forced? She bit her lip, as she pressed a firm hand against the mattress. Kizuna let the smell of pheromones of primal feral males sink into her senses, closing her eyes she felt her body shift to fox as she came on top of the bed. Putting her nose down onto the sheets, she dug her way to the actual padding of the bed until she caught a whiff of her sister’s aroma. Three alphas had been in this room with Kaya, the animal fluids were evident, jackal, fox, and coyote. A shiver ran down through her as she imagined the thought of the males holding her sister and doing a forced mating in the chamber. Even as the thought ran through Kizuna’s mind, her feral side decided it would pop another image of the handsome alpha wolf about to ravish her senseless. “Oh, for the love of the Gods, stop it.” She practically yelled aloud at herself, one of the curses of being a Fox-Born was that while your human side could be rational, the animal side always had a penchant for being horny or ridiculous at the worst times. Forcing herself off the bed, she drilled it in her mind that her time was short and that the wolves would find her soon, she needed to get out of here. Jumping off the bed she was about to pad her way back to the open vent when voices and rushing footsteps caught her attention, voices of women resounded in her ears. Frantic, Kizuna looked around the room until she found the laundry basket. Thoughts of rubbing her body against unknown bodily fluids made her grow rigid, but as she heard the door lock for the room start turning, Kizuna bolted for the couch and jumped into the basket.

“We better hurry, Master Ethon wants it set up for the next set of guests who are coming.” Kizuna heard, as she struggled to not gag from the fumes of stink that clouded her nostrils. Oh yeah, I am going to scrub my skin off as soon as I am home.

“I would love it if Master Ethon tie me down,” the woman squealed as she threw sheets into the laundry basket, which made breathing even more harder for Kizuna as she continued to try and remain calm, whilst being suffocated with unknown bodily fluids. Oh no, Kizuna paled, this sheet has urine on it. Oh Gods…

“I would much rather have Master Alasdair do it, mmmm, the way that man wields a flogger. I’d let him do sweet torture to me anytime.” Kizuna should have been appalled at what these women were talking about, whips, chains, collars, sex toys were far too extreme for her own likes. But as she felt another load of acrid sheets landed in the basket, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of curiosity about what they spoke of.

“That’s the last of it, let’s drop this off in the laundry room.” Suddenly the basket was lifted, and she felt herself floating until her ass landed in a rolling bin with a nasty spank, a squeak of pain escaping her jaws.

“Did you hear something?” Kizuna curled herself tighter at the bottom of the bag, dirty sheets be damned.

“I think it’s just the cart, it’s old ya know?”

She held her breath as the women fell quiet for a few moments before, she felt the cart begin to roll in a slow pace through what seemed to be an endless hallway. Kizuna’s breathing was shallow, but she could feel herself starting to lose oxygen from what seemed like an eternal walking spree. Suddenly the cart jerked immediately to the right and Kizuna heard a door swing open.

“Okay, we’ve got other rooms to do. So, let’s go, maybe we can get rewarded for doing good work!”

If she had enough air, she probably would have had the energy to roll her eyeballs at this comment. Keeping herself as calm as possible, she waited for the maids to leave, as soon as she heard the door swing shut. Kizuna transformed into her human form and climbed out as if she were in a basket full of spiders, she felt nauseous from all that she had endured for the last few hours. She now knew that Kaya was alive, and that she could have possibly ran off with three alpha males, or had been kidnapped. Either way, now was not the time to think over her findings, it was time to get out of here. But as Kizuna stood there, she realized she hadn’t thought up of an escape plan.

“Shit,” Kizuna looked at the scent ward that she had placed on her hand, the magick was already fading, and the wolves would soon catch her scent and find her. Panic flooded her as she noticed no vents or windows were in the laundry room, turning her head, she looked at the swinging door and noticed costumes hanging on the side. Going to the clothes, she gasped, leather bras, underwear, latex suits, and a wide variety of naughty costumes hung neatly before her.

“When in damn Rome,” Kizuna rubbed her temples as she made a grab for a black suit that rivaled that of Catwoman and matching black combat boots. God, I hope I don’t look like an idiot. The latex glided onto her flesh, and conformed to her body like a second skin, a strange heat began to build inside her stomach as she moved lithely in the suit. The feel of the attire against her body, made her heart begin to race as her nipples strained against the front of the fabric.

“Stop it.” She snarled as she took a pair of cat eyed black goggles and placed them over her eyes, and for the hell of it Kizuna grabbed a whip. “I’m already insane for coming in here, might as well go all out.”

Stepping out of the room, she sniffed the air and then looked both ways. Good. No one was close enough to the laundry area to see her and ask her what she was doing in the laundry room. Carefully, she walked back the way the maids and her and come from, turning a few corners, she managed to pass by a few couples who stared at her with interest. Kizuna kept a straight face as she hurriedly walked faster. She knew there had to be another exit close by, making another turn she began to jog, the heavy footfalls of her boots echoing along the halls.

“I should of chose the kitten heeled boots,” Kizuna growled at herself as she finally found a sign that pointed to an exit, she was almost home free. A sigh of relief washed over her as she found the door, now all she needed to do was disable the alarm and get the hell out of here. Touching the steel frame to freedom she began to look for the wiring to shut off the warning system, when a familiar hot scent engulfed her. Wolf.

“You are a very bold lass.” A voice came to her, like sweet honey and liquid chocolate pouring down her throat. “But I think it’s time we put an end to this hunt, unless you want to get rough punishment.”

Kizuna turned to face the wolf from before, a devilish grin spread across a fanged mouth as she watched the wolf give her a slow appreciative once over, Kizuna felt her body warm to his gaze. It was as if he was already pinning her down and touching her, “come now, vixen, or I’ll have to do something that you’ll live to regret.”

“You’ll regret ever meeting me, wolf,” As the words left her lips, she took hold of the whip by her side, gripping the handle and swinging it forward. A loud crack emanated in the hall way as the whip made impact and slashed open the golden eyed wolf’s shirt, good lord he was ripped. Kizuna looked up just in time to see him lunge, she immediately shifted to fox form and heard the man knock into the door. Alarms blared as she realized he had opened the door with his impact, without hesitation, she fled through the opening and out to the concrete. Kizuna’s adrenaline pumping through her, as she picked up speed. She was about to let out a laugh of triumph when she heard the baying of wolves. A shiver ran across her spine as she didn’t dare look back, the orchestra of howls that reached her ears told her one thing. The wolves were declaring a fox hunt. She was royally screwed.