"A Song On The Wind" by: "Yuri Futanari" [a work in progress]

A Song on the Wind

by:

Delicious Vodka DeBlair

"Yuri Futanari"

A song on the wind sang to me

A touch in the rain reached out to me

A hope on the horizon pulled at me

A heart in the flame called out to me

A word from your mouth emboldened me

A look from your eyes instilled in me

A touch from your hand empowered me

A wish from your heart commanded me

A voice in the dark spake to me

A cloud in the sky covered me

A flower in your hand caressed me

A scent in your hair it captured me

A night in the wild transfigured me

A day in the garden reminded me

A sigh in the breeze is carried me

A kiss from your lips imprisoned me

And with a vow from your lips you married me.

Episode 1:

Getting to Know You

The Hard Way

In the distant lands of Restoshian lived a young, and rather odd looking girl of fourteen who was the daughter of two soldiers.

Rastia Ksiitan was also the oldest of eight children and proud to be a big sister to all of them, but before anything else in life, she was first an foremost, a solder.

Both mother and father had served as common foot soldiers as had their parents and their parents before them.

It had come to be a caste system over the millennia by accident it seemed.

Somehow, soldiers would meet and fall in love and marry and have children who would themselves carry on the family tradition.

It is unknown how long this has gone on, just as it is unknown how long this country had been a monarchy. I simply was and that's how it seemed it was going to stay.

Rastia was a gawky, spunky, flat chested, freckle faced girl with pigtails and an overly exuberant and often annoying personality, but she was a fierce fighter, naturally talented and undyingly loyal to the monarchy she had never yet met.

She held the belief that the ruler was the country, and without the ruler there was no nation and without a nation there was no purpose. She came to this rationalization all on her own. She would tout it to the other children, be they soldiers or not.

She had trained since she could walk and was proficient in everything, but she preferred the spear and glavie type weapons. She liked the additional reach and extension of power she felt it added to her. She would often for hours practice against other weapons forms just so she could hone the weapon skill into a true advantage.

She knew that close in fighting would put normal spear wielders at a disadvantage so she worked extra hard to learn the ins and outs of both using and defending against all other weapons she might encounter.

And even though there had not been a war since her parents were children, it was not wise to be unprepared, so mock wars and tournaments were held every season to prepare the soldiers for the eventualities of all kinds of weather in all kinds of terrain.

Time and time again, in her age division, Rastia won handily and was on her way to the tournament one day when a royal advisor met