[There was some struggle with the device that had been given to him, but it didn’t take long before the voice-to-text feature had been set up for him.]
Please…Could someone tell me…Is there a way to leave this place? I’ve heard of other planets, but I believe I’ve been kidnapped from my own. My people…are in trouble. They need me. Is this the plight suffered by the rest of you?
[Anduin sighed, heavily, wondering if he was going to be talking into the void. He desperately hoped not.]
I am King Anduin Wrynn, High King of Stormwind. If there’s anything you can tell me, I would be grateful.
« « « END IN THE DISCORD
[Anduin held the reins of Reverence close to him, hoping it might shield him from the noise and the uproar inside the nightclub. He had no idea what had happened in between his going to bed last night after speaking with Genn, but he woke up in an entirely new place, and it was disorienting, to say the least.
He petted his hands down his horse’s white mane despite the full Alliance armor that adhered to her chest and flank, her soulful gaze telling him she wasn’t exactly comfortable with the foreign sounds either.]
Stay here, it’s alright…Don’t worry.
[Was he telling her that more for her own benefit, or for himself? Hard to say. Clad in full armor decorated with the symbol of the lion as he was himself, it might come off as exceedingly odd to anyone who was going there to the club that he’d enter. Still, the ‘device’ they offered him, a little more heavy than a hearthstone and yet lighter than a gnomic invention, told him he may be able to meet with someone that could “help”. It was worth a shot.
He slowly made his way up to the lounge area, where the more comfortable cushioned seating was, his name “ANDUIN WRYNN, SUBMISSIVE ” would no doubt tether with another device, detailing theirs in kind. When he saw someone approach however, he couldn’t help but lift his gaze to them, and give pause.]
Ah. Hello…Are you...?
[He moved the screen to show the name and information, clearly asking if it was the person this device had assigned to him.]
» » » TABLE IT FOR LATER
[Anduin felt a strange tingle in his body, one that seemed to leave him both disgusted and embarrassed, if not entirely flabbergasted. They had mentioned he was to be one of these “submissives”, but…Why? Why should he go along with this? He struggled with himself, hanging back in the corner as if trying to be unnoticed. He clearly wasn’t exactly looking forward to “practice” much less participation.
His face was ruddy, pink from both shame and simply being flustered, undoubtedly. He clasped his hand over his mouth with a gasp.]
I shouldn’t…be here. I—
[He found himself saying this aloud in his shock, either to himself or the person close by. Evidently despite the orientation he was unraveling, just a little, his hand trembling. To be fair it was his first time being forced into this kind of situation.
The teacher, who took note of his nerves, evidently thought otherwise. He was forced onto his knees, most indignantly, and a random Dominant paired with him accordingly.
“He needs a firm handling, I dare say. Why don’t you try?” ]
[ooc: I am open to wildcard responses as well, if you prefer a different idea or prompt!]
King Anduin Wrynn | World of Warcraft | Submissive | OTA
[There was some struggle with the device that had been given to him, but it didn’t take long before the voice-to-text feature had been set up for him.]
Please…Could someone tell me…Is there a way to leave this place? I’ve heard of other planets, but I believe I’ve been kidnapped from my own. My people…are in trouble. They need me. Is this the plight suffered by the rest of you?
[Anduin sighed, heavily, wondering if he was going to be talking into the void. He desperately hoped not.]
I am King Anduin Wrynn, High King of Stormwind. If there’s anything you can tell me, I would be grateful.
« « « END IN THE DISCORD
[Anduin held the reins of Reverence close to him, hoping it might shield him from the noise and the uproar inside the nightclub. He had no idea what had happened in between his going to bed last night after speaking with Genn, but he woke up in an entirely new place, and it was disorienting, to say the least.
He petted his hands down his horse’s white mane despite the full Alliance armor that adhered to her chest and flank, her soulful gaze telling him she wasn’t exactly comfortable with the foreign sounds either.]
Stay here, it’s alright…Don’t worry.
[Was he telling her that more for her own benefit, or for himself? Hard to say. Clad in full armor decorated with the symbol of the lion as he was himself, it might come off as exceedingly odd to anyone who was going there to the club that he’d enter. Still, the ‘device’ they offered him, a little more heavy than a hearthstone and yet lighter than a gnomic invention, told him he may be able to meet with someone that could “help”. It was worth a shot.
He slowly made his way up to the lounge area, where the more comfortable cushioned seating was, his name “ANDUIN WRYNN, SUBMISSIVE ” would no doubt tether with another device, detailing theirs in kind. When he saw someone approach however, he couldn’t help but lift his gaze to them, and give pause.]
Ah. Hello…Are you...?
[He moved the screen to show the name and information, clearly asking if it was the person this device had assigned to him.]
» » » TABLE IT FOR LATER
[Anduin felt a strange tingle in his body, one that seemed to leave him both disgusted and embarrassed, if not entirely flabbergasted. They had mentioned he was to be one of these “submissives”, but…Why? Why should he go along with this? He struggled with himself, hanging back in the corner as if trying to be unnoticed. He clearly wasn’t exactly looking forward to “practice” much less participation.
His face was ruddy, pink from both shame and simply being flustered, undoubtedly. He clasped his hand over his mouth with a gasp.]
I shouldn’t…be here. I—
[He found himself saying this aloud in his shock, either to himself or the person close by. Evidently despite the orientation he was unraveling, just a little, his hand trembling. To be fair it was his first time being forced into this kind of situation.
The teacher, who took note of his nerves, evidently thought otherwise. He was forced onto his knees, most indignantly, and a random Dominant paired with him accordingly.
“He needs a firm handling, I dare say. Why don’t you try?” ]
[ooc: I am open to wildcard responses as well, if you prefer a different idea or prompt!]