A broken whore is still just a whore. Junipor pondered that while watching a brain muted slut wandering the streets down below, looking aimlessly for an incubus to touch her. Of course, Junipor could only assume that's what the nameless whore was looking for; judging by her lustful expression, becoming more excited with every cubi that walked by it was clear what she was hungry for.
"Must have had too much Allucia." Junipor shuddered at the thought. There were dozens of illegal bars and pleasure houses down there, and it was common for a woman to enter one of those establishments, often with friends and thinking they were being daring for coming here, only to end up completely slutified and broken by nights end. There was an entire investigative industry of hunters who searched for lost people for their families, only to drag back home a completely addicted whore who could barely mutter words other than 'please' and 'fuck me'.
The wolfkin leaned against the large lip of the window that was carefully constructed in the main suite of her Zenith, her precious baby of a vehicle that she had been constructing for years. It was warehoused on a skyrail and sheltered from the rain. The transport wasn't the largest of its kind, but she had designed it to be sturdy and fast, fast enough to outrun some of the worst tempests if needed. She had yet to ride it past the city walls, but one day… Maybe one day.
There were four bedrooms, a large living area, a bar, and several smaller rooms that could be used for any number of things. There was a loft with a small observation room on the highest deck, and on the lowest there was a small bath house and sauna that she was still trying to get working. The largest suite was sparsely decorated, with barely a mattress and a single ward lamp that fizzled in-and-out. Junipor wanted to finish her Zenith's construction first, then she would save up for all the amenities.
Junipor Reigns was tall and slender, with a muscular frame, especially with her legs, and pale whitish skin. Her crisp white hair was longer than she preferred, but the men seemed to like it, so she kept it like that. Her bushy white tail limped to the floor, clearly betraying her disappointment.
She was tired after spending the better part of the day hunting foxkin who had been eyeing her territory. She managed to scare them off, but she would have to set up some automated defenses for when she was away. As a wolfkin, Junipor liked hunting foxkin; they thought themselves so mischievous and cunning, making them hard prey. As a proud wolfkin, Junipor certainly couldn't allow them to claim her precious Zenith or trespass in her territory, not without a fight at least.
Junipor sighed, her body was sore from the day, and the bruise on her shoulder, a reward for fighting against an officer four days ago, had yet to heal. She supposed that she had earned that pain, she let her temper get the best of her and challenged someone far above her station. It was one of the reasons why she was hiding out in her private abode for now, on her fathers directive.
She rubbed her shoulder, while clinging to her coat. Thinking of her father always made her upset.
She looked down at herself. She had small perky breasts that deeply unsettled her, her mother was far more voluptuous, and a feminine body with wide hips and elegant limbs that she clearly did get from her mother. Her father gave her little other than an aggressive attitude and a taste for blood.
Things were getting rougher in this city, she thought to herself, watching sparks of violence down below. The whore from before took shelter as a storm of bullets began lighting up the dark and murky streets. And the rain wasn't letting up. Lightning shattered against the wards in the sky, and red hued clouds smeared the skyline like a bloody wound.
It was the season of ravaging in this section of the city, a time for all the gangs to clean house, establishing or re-establishing dominance and redrawing boundaries of control. The carnage was intense, an explosion erupted, destroying a refueling depot, turning it into a blazing crater. The shockwave sent dozens of small specks, the bodies of those foolish enough to be close enough, several meters in all directions. Some of those specks tore apart, becoming smaller ones.
From up above, in the skyrail and aboard the Zenith, Junipor got a good view of all the war from a relatively safe distance. She just had to deal with foxes every now and then.
Still watching, she decided to make herself a drink. She had just purchased a small collection of Virush at a premium discount. For some reason, not many people liked it, but for her enhanced tastes, it was delicious. Junipor liked clear spirits from Mira, they were good at making this alcohol, even though it wasn't popular among men. She liked it with lemon slices and a dash of mint as well, but sadly had neither. Whenever she offered it to the men she was with, they only tasted the alcohol, not all the other flavors, and often spat it out the moment they tried it.
Another explosion, this time it came with a rather strong vibration that shook even the skyrail. The cedar wood that lined the walls flexed as the shockwave rushed through. Junipor held onto her drink with a firm hand, watching the liquid swish and spill onto her fingers.
The violence ebbed and flowed, and would likely continue for several days.
Technically she was in Vult, but in actuality it was officially listed as District Absentia 11427/A7. It was a small hideaway pocket that existed in between Vult and Sylphyspo. Measuring about four city blocks, the area was dark, its power shut down and its magical wards barely fused by minstrels who paid sympathy. Gangs held all the power here. This place was a dark pit that few wished to enter, unless one had enough Siins to afford a private dock in the skyrail, or just wanted to lay low. Those gangs that lived here were ruthless by comparison to the more 'civilized' areas.
There was certainly a lot of excitement though, choosing to lay low here. And the daring atmosphere always attracted one too many partisans.
Junipor loved the quiet of this forgotten piece of the city, when things were actually quiet. She also liked the hunts. When she wasn't on duty, those scurries with the foxkin kept her on her toes, rather than growing lazy.
Voxsturm wasn't just a city, it was more like nine cities compacted together and forced to share real-estate regardless of customs or cultural concerns. Because of this, there was constant friction, and bits and pieces of city was broken off like fragments of glass in between the larger districts. These tiny sub districts were sometimes the size of city blocks, other times they were larger, large enough to be small towns. Wherever these pockets existed, they were known for their absence of law and order, and Absentia 11427/A7 was no exception.
The neighboring district of Sylphypso was predominately owned by Lamia, and its architecture mirrored their own body's curvy movement. The towers were build to twist and turn, and they were bridged together, forming elaborate facades of concrete, steel, and glass that was completely alien when compared to the rest of the city.
Their arches and towers could be seen above the rising smoke of Absentia 11427/A7. On the other side were Vults few towers and many habitation blocks. Sylphypso emitted deep blue and green lights, with a bit of red or yellow mixed in. Vult was almost entirely lit up with an orange glow by comparison.
She pondered whether it was starting to get too dangerous, keeping her Zenith here, and whether she should move it somewhere else. Just as she was starting to think on that, an encrypted message alerted her. A bright holographic screen floated in midair, the message source coming from her father.
"Let's see if I'm to be court martialed," Junipor sighed to herself. The messages contents spilled down for her to read, and as her eyes studied the words, she found herself biting her inner lip. "Shit… FUCK!"