The Isles of World's End: An Envoy of Foxes

Story by melvincrass

Finally, the second chapter! We introduce magic and a bit of the politics of the Isles in this one. Rather tame chapter, in terms of both combat and sex, but hopefully still enjoyable. I'm going to try to answer questions in the actual content of the story rather than directly answering them when people ask.

- Melvin CRASS!

THE ISLES OF WORLD'S END

CHAPTER ONE: THE ANTIPHONE

CHAPTER TWO

AN ENVOY OF FOXES

KINKS: Anal, futa-female

NOTE: So far, all violence, combat, and gore is non-sexual.

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Thaya found riding in carriages uncomfortable at the best of times, but this one was the strangest of all: their ride was pulled along by two bipedal mottled brown lizards that Singha called raptors. They moved quickly, that was a sure thing, taking them over the coarse streets of Dihudhang. The three of them bounced around in the covered carriage as they were taken northwest out of the Kaizo Gate – which wasn but an ornate archway – and out of the city.

The pre-dawn hours were hard on Thaya, especially as they had very little sleep between their leisures and when Singha bustled them out of the inn. Amalia was doing her best to try and catch some shuteye, but the northerner was obviously captivated by the lush scenery that they passed. To the left was grassland that sloped down into beach and then into the sea, but inward was a vast tangle of greenery, too thick to see past. It was obvious they were on a rounded ridge. Thaya didn't waste time trying to remember where things were.

"You're not paying attention," Singha complained. Thaya looked up at the native islandress. "Niguo is meal." She sighed. "You're going to have to learn a little of our tongue if you want to speak to any men."

"I didn't come here to speak to men," Amalia quipped, looking back outside and trying to let the bouncing lull her to sleep again.

"You have to sometime," Singha said. "Even if it's just chiefs. They are on your station, but they're not bound by the same laws requiring them to learn your language."

"Niguo," Thaya cut in. "Meal. Toun. Morning. Chi. Person. What is this all supposed to help us with?"

Singha folded her hands on her lap. "Ii' before a word means 'self.' So Ii'chi is 'me' or 'I' in your tongue."

"Ii'chi," Thaya repeated. "Me." She scowled at Amalia, wishing that the blonde-haired woman wouldn't force her into this by her silence. It could be useful learning this language – no doubt even the women here were more comfortable with it than Amalia's language – but it just felt so pointless now.

"Good. And now koa is 'eat.'"

"Koa. Eat."

Singha nodded. "Ii'chi toun-niguo koa." Thaya blinked at her, confused, but Singha gestured to her.

"Ii'chi toun-niguo koa," Thaya repeated as best she could, her tongue stumbling a bit on the syllables. Singha smiled, reaching into a small folded blanket next to her and pulling out two rolls of crumbly bread.

"I eat morning meal," Singha said proudly, extending one of the rolls to Thaya. Thaya nodded and took it, examining it curiously. Singha nudged Amalia. "Take it, you need food." Amalia nodded and absently took the roll, munching it without hesitation.

"What is it?" Thaya asked.

"Jarijari," came Singha's answer as she brought forth a roll for herself. "It has kesan jam inside, very sweet. Usually aside… ah… sausages, I think you say? We usually have them with sausages, but it was early and Oika couldn't get me any. It's fine, though. We'll eat better when we get to our destination."

Thaya's eyebrows lifted. "Which is?"

"My estate." Singha took a bite of the jarijari, chewing thoroughly. Thaya watched her for a while, hoping that she would continue quickly. When she didn't, Thaya sighed and took a bite of the roll herself. She found herself surprised at the taste – sweet and tart, but not so tart as a lemon, with something else she couldn't place – and she finished the bite quickly. "You don't have to be more-than-woman to have power here, you know. My family is old, with many secrets, many mine-pacts that keep us wealthy."

"Secrets?" Thaya asked. "What sort of secrets." The road turned under them, but raptors and carriage all seemed to stay on course. The driver seemed to be very compitent.

Singha's eyes lit up. "Secrets of magic," she whispered. "Secrets that help the sorceresses keep their powers, but I can't tell you anything. Finding a secret can make you rich if you know who to tell and how to protect it." Amalia caught Thaya's eye. The captain's thoughts were plain on her face

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