A Little Winter Atmosphere

[loveskulls]

[Winter arrives slower than usual, thanks to the Snow Queen's mid-year horny spell giving her a bit more time before her libido kicked back in. But now she is returning to the fullness of need. And that's where winter comes from.]

[This time, the Kingdom is better prepared to engage in the usual yearly orgasm denial of a goddess. Winter clothes are easier to come by, and every public hearth has some hot something-or-other simmering away. There's a coziness and comfort as farmers retire for the winter, and herds provided all the oats and meal they need, but that doesn't stop them from rooting through the snow for withering crispy treats.]

[Not that Guards are allowed to actually wear clothes or take full advantage of that cozy warmth, heavens no. Not everything is about sex even under the Mistress' reign. Sometimes, it is about Control. She figures everyone should suffer some nipple chafing and shrinkage as a character building exercise, so they get to have some extra shifts outside.]

[The native guards will take to using the snow to prank the Apprentices in as many ways as they can dream up: anything from convoluted plans to hide extremely fresh soft snow in your entire wardrobe, to the more direct approach of "one gets you in a lock while the other dumps snow down the back of your clothes." The off-worlder guards are encouraged to join in the bullying, at least in passing. They won't actually be targeted with snow, though. Call it a token of respect, perhaps.]

[Hey Outliers, having fun out there in the snow being poor? Haha, suckers. But hey, maybe you can make some money running errands, or performing services out in the cold? Or even... "services." At least you probably won't freeze to death. The townsfolk will generally keep an eye on you, unless you're an unpleasant jerk. Then have fun being dead, nerd.]

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[ignisvulpes]

[This is like the fourth time today that Kaph has had snow shoved down his shirt, and he's beyond sick and tired of it. By now, he's taken to flailing wildly in hopes of accidentally-on-purpose injuring whoever's doing this to him, consequences be damned.]

Youuu coward sons of bitches, go mess with someone who actually has pants!

[khuy]

[He's grinning from ear to ear, satisfied with the outcome of the prank. His grin falters only slightly when he's decked across the face by Kaph. But Cain could be very forgiving in light of the misfortune of others. He could forgive Kaph if only because he reminds himself that he's being watched by his peers. And Cain desperately wants to fit in.

Unfortunately that meant more bullying for Kaph.]

Why? Everyone else is messin' with ya pretty bitches. Sounds like you could use some more fuckin' snow.

[The grin becomes twisted as he tries to bat away Kaph's wild movements. Moving in for a solid headlock.]

[ignisvulpes]

[Now, on some rational level, Kaph knows he could and should shrug off words like "ya pretty bitches". Nobody knows what happened in that tent a couple of months ago. No one knows, cares, or wants to bring up who he did or didn't fuck when everyone got bit by the horny bug. The locals here don't even seem to care who you do or don't fuck ordinarily.

But he has an image to maintain, one that he clings to obsessively and that relies on certain tenets of masculinity, such as "why yes I have sex with lots of women" and "me, find guys as hot as girls? haha, what do you think I am, gay?"

There's that, and there's his temper, which can, at times, have very specific triggers.

All this to say that, when Cain tries to put him in a headlock, Kaph tries to bite his fucking arm.]

[khuy]

OW! FUCKIN' CHRIST! [Cain doesn't let go of his headlock. He snarls and tries to smack Kaph away from his arm, fingers prodding at Kaph's mouth to try to wrench him away from the skin.] Stop bitin' me ya fuckin monkey! [Under any other circumstance Cain might have found this to be a hot turn on. Right now? It was up to him to defend his honor in front of his fellow guards.]

[ignisvulpes]

Pfffpphbb-- [Oh god WHAT, get those fingers out of his mouth -] Leave me the fuck alone, then!

[He's trying to wiggle free now. Trying being the key word.]

[khuy]

If ya could have just taken yer lumps like a good sport, I woulda let ya go! [He doesn't let go of Kaph despite how difficult it is to keep a good grip on the lad. Instead, he starts to steer him towards a snow-pile, tightening his hold where he can without letting the other slip free.]

But now it's gotta be like this on this bitch of a place.

[ignisvulpes]

The fuck are you-- Hey! Cut it out, you dipshit!

[Goddammit! If this guy's not gonna let him go, then Kaph is just going to do his damned best to get their legs all tangled up so they can't go anywhere.]