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Corporal Duvall Retires
Seventy-five years after enlisting in the Anivir Infantry, Terrin Duvall found himself facing the one day in which he’d been dreading from the: start of his military career, retirement. Serving had been something the elf felt was a calling for him since childhood, the majority of his relatives were ex-military, and soon, he’d join the retired leaders in his family. This fact alone filled his heart with pride, there were many who he’d seen go through the process, and he’d attended the celebrations of his own friends, previously; therefore, he was familiar with what would occur, when it would happen, and how he was expected to behave. If he were asked to give an opinion about the most difficult part of preparing for the day’s events, he’d have to say that it was writing the speech which was not required, but customarily delivered by those who were retiring; it had been an emotionally taxing event remembering those he intended to include in thanking for their involvement in his advancements, and he was ecstatic when it had come to a point where he could write its conclusion.
Wearing his ceremonial dress uniform, each medal freshly polished by his own hands, and his shoes having the highest shine, Corporal Terrin Anthony Duvall had completed what he considered the easiest part of the preparation, getting dressed. Checking his reflection in the floor-length mirror, the elf approved of his appearance, and he put his hat on; one more glance to be sure everything was in proper order, and he left his manually secured high-rise condominium.
Outside on the street, his dragon was awaiting his departure, and the creature leaned to his side to assist the elf with climbing into the saddle. Generally, Wharton, his muscularly built stallion would be his first choice for transportation, but when it came to getting to an event that had an air nobility and prestige like his retirement banquet, Osyrus would always be his best. The elf connected with his creature, told him where they needed to be, and he held onto the reins as the dragon flew gracefully through the sky; he’d been pleased with the trip when he realized the hat stayed where it had been placed, on his head. He removed some fruit pieces from the breast pocket of his jacket, gave them to the animal, and after a brief “Thank you for the smooth flight”, he went into the banquet hall.
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When dragonflight seventeen sixty-four landed at the Afertin International Airport, Corporal Duvall stepped onto the tarmac. He had not been expecting anyone to be there when he’d finally made it home, but when he looked around at the others who were welcomed by their loved ones, he saw that Ryven was standing on the sidewalk awaiting his arrival. He stepped towards his wife, threw open his arms, and he held her for the first time since the day he left all those years before.
A short time later:
Their dragon landed in the backyard of the cottage, Terrin assisted his wife with dismounting, and they made their way inside as it began to rain. Stepping into the living room, the corporal had been relieved to know they were alone, and he kissed Ryven, hard. They’d consummated their marriage the night of their wedding, but he’d been waiting seventy-five years to indulge upon her body, again; he could not justify having to wait any longer, as he began to unbutton her blouse.
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Quickly after ravishing his wife, the corporal found his way upstairs to their room, and changed into his pajamas. It may have been two o’clock in the afternoon, but to his sleep deprived mind, it was as late as two in the morning.
As much as she wanted to join her husband, Ryven knew there were still chores to be done, and the royal one re-dressed herself. When she’d gotten the buckle of her left shoe clasped, there was a knock on the front door.
“Just a minute!” She shouted, which halted the one who was knocking. Grabbing a brush from a drawer in the kitchen, her hair was straightened up before she reached the door. When she opened it, Kassara and Vyxx were on the other side with smiles across their faces.
“We would’ve come in quietly, but it was locked,” the sorceress said.
“Yeah, well, that’s because we never made it to the room, but the coast is clear, y’all can come in now. And, I promise, things won’t always be this way”, she said.
“Neither of us has a problem with the door...
Wearing his ceremonial dress uniform, each medal freshly polished by his own hands, and his shoes having the highest shine, Corporal Terrin Anthony Duvall had completed what he considered the easiest part of the preparation, getting dressed. Checking his reflection in the floor-length mirror, the elf approved of his appearance, and he put his hat on; one more glance to be sure everything was in proper order, and he left his manually secured high-rise condominium.
Outside on the street, his dragon was awaiting his departure, and the creature leaned to his side to assist the elf with climbing into the saddle. Generally, Wharton, his muscularly built stallion would be his first choice for transportation, but when it came to getting to an event that had an air nobility and prestige like his retirement banquet, Osyrus would always be his best. The elf connected with his creature, told him where they needed to be, and he held onto the reins as the dragon flew gracefully through the sky; he’d been pleased with the trip when he realized the hat stayed where it had been placed, on his head. He removed some fruit pieces from the breast pocket of his jacket, gave them to the animal, and after a brief “Thank you for the smooth flight”, he went into the banquet hall.
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When dragonflight seventeen sixty-four landed at the Afertin International Airport, Corporal Duvall stepped onto the tarmac. He had not been expecting anyone to be there when he’d finally made it home, but when he looked around at the others who were welcomed by their loved ones, he saw that Ryven was standing on the sidewalk awaiting his arrival. He stepped towards his wife, threw open his arms, and he held her for the first time since the day he left all those years before.
A short time later:
Their dragon landed in the backyard of the cottage, Terrin assisted his wife with dismounting, and they made their way inside as it began to rain. Stepping into the living room, the corporal had been relieved to know they were alone, and he kissed Ryven, hard. They’d consummated their marriage the night of their wedding, but he’d been waiting seventy-five years to indulge upon her body, again; he could not justify having to wait any longer, as he began to unbutton her blouse.
*****************************
Quickly after ravishing his wife, the corporal found his way upstairs to their room, and changed into his pajamas. It may have been two o’clock in the afternoon, but to his sleep deprived mind, it was as late as two in the morning.
As much as she wanted to join her husband, Ryven knew there were still chores to be done, and the royal one re-dressed herself. When she’d gotten the buckle of her left shoe clasped, there was a knock on the front door.
“Just a minute!” She shouted, which halted the one who was knocking. Grabbing a brush from a drawer in the kitchen, her hair was straightened up before she reached the door. When she opened it, Kassara and Vyxx were on the other side with smiles across their faces.
“We would’ve come in quietly, but it was locked,” the sorceress said.
“Yeah, well, that’s because we never made it to the room, but the coast is clear, y’all can come in now. And, I promise, things won’t always be this way”, she said.
“Neither of us has a problem with the door...
