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Archuk?
*glk, cough*
Yeah, of course you’d wanna know ‘bout him. Everyone else wants’ta as well.
Wait, did you talk to Laxia already?
(…)
Well, whatever she told you is full of slag. Ever since he passed, she’s been exaggerating how hard he was to deal with. Makes it seem like she pulled the impossible to get his tail in line. Wasn’t really. Archuk’ll shut up about himself if the challenge was great enough. Yeah, talking smack and getting under his CO’s fur was his thing way before he got reassigned to Swamp, but all Laxia did was put him against impossible odds every mission, then make him get the rest of the ‘band to bail him out. Although mostly, it was Laxia herself bailing him out. He eventually got some begrudging respect for her and the rest of Swamp, but the ego never shrunk. Laxia’s little plan worked though, but the stop-yammerin’-and-concentrate bar got higher with each passing sortie.
Still, Archuk hit a point where every assignment was a breeze, no matter how stupidly armed or fortified the enemy was. And that was how Laxia made her stake as Tribune, by parading around his arrogant tail. Which isn’t to say Laxia was underqualified. The rest of Swamp were still the best killers out in the field, but Archuk was their posterboy. But enough on the others. Archuk, yes.
1301 Scion. Heart of the season, and it was Meatoberfest. Can’t remember the exact party, but it wasn’t one of the finales. I was refilling my tankard for the third time, he was convincing some other charr to let him get first dibs on the steak. We caught eyes like some mushy human novel and got to talking. The music and eating sounds didn’t matter. The party went on and we hung around together until the bonfires burnt out. After that…well, we stayed together in his barracks.
…you’re giving me that kinda look that you wanna know the size of his dick or somethin’. You better get me four more beers for that info. But damn, was he good in bed. I always hear first-times are tail-twisting affairs, but Archuk…hmph, he was smooth, rough, gentle, and hard in all the right ways. I was only two seasons past my official designation as ‘adult’, and I fell head-over-heels for him. Him, the hotshot maverick dazzling young upstart me.
I lucked out and Swamp got reassigned to duties closer to the citadel shortly after. We blasted through every party we could, and he’d always bring back some mementos after his assignments. Ornate-lookin’ Ascalonian things, fangs or horns of some large beast, jewelry. Usual spoils-of-war bullshit. We’d talk about his latest battlefield adventures while watching some suckers in the Bane. How he lined up two headshots with one bullet or cleared out a pillbox with an explosive arrow and longbow he stole away. I was just enamoured by those tales, and everything I was doing with the Ax ‘band just felt dreary in comparison. And of course, the sex was great.
We lasted just over a year, ‘cause eventually Swamp had to be sent elsewhere. Didn’t even realize I was pregnant until a few weeks after we split either, but lil’ Torsk is another story. There were other charr I bed after him, but none quite had the same…zing that Archuk did. They were all slow-rolling or aggressive in the wrong ways. I’d catch him a handful of times in the years after, occasionally with another young, wide-eyed charr clinging onto his arm. They’d drink, shout, and laugh in the same ways I…we did. Still, he seemed happy and definitely not dead, so I was fine as well.
I still kept tabs on Swamp through some other connections, and I eventually found out he was sick. Some respiratory thing, and he passed ‘bout a year after I got the news. Laxia tells me that he was more pissed than Baelfire losing his godhood. Wanted to die in the fields against some other ridiculous challenge, but nope. He just slowly lost the ability to suck in air, and that was it. Couldn’t see him since this was way out near the Northern Shiverpeaks as well, and I was still stuck doing clerical work ‘round the citadel.
Archuk was a bastard in all the right ways. I still love him to bits, but I also wished that he knew…more of me. There was this one night in the citadel, we went stargazing in the highest point we could find. I wanted to tell him ‘bout the last mission I ran with Ax – flanking maneuvers to reinforce some offensive outside Diessa. Nothin’ special, but it was the first time I saw action in a long while. He kept staring into the sky as I gushed on the details, and at the end, he wrapped his arms around me and muttered something into my mane before giving a big ol’ kiss. It was nice, yeah, but always, it seemed like he was busy or distracted by something whenever I spoke up. Never even got to tell him he had a son…although I don’t doubt he had a lot more cubs beyond Torsk.
Still, best piece of tail I’ve ever had.
- Kurn Parallax
At some point, Kurn may figure out that Archuk didn't love her as much as she did him. But until then...
Kurn Parallax, Archuk Swampmoss © me
Art ©
Monsterella
GW2 and charr © ArenaNet
*glk, cough*
Yeah, of course you’d wanna know ‘bout him. Everyone else wants’ta as well.
Wait, did you talk to Laxia already?
(…)
Well, whatever she told you is full of slag. Ever since he passed, she’s been exaggerating how hard he was to deal with. Makes it seem like she pulled the impossible to get his tail in line. Wasn’t really. Archuk’ll shut up about himself if the challenge was great enough. Yeah, talking smack and getting under his CO’s fur was his thing way before he got reassigned to Swamp, but all Laxia did was put him against impossible odds every mission, then make him get the rest of the ‘band to bail him out. Although mostly, it was Laxia herself bailing him out. He eventually got some begrudging respect for her and the rest of Swamp, but the ego never shrunk. Laxia’s little plan worked though, but the stop-yammerin’-and-concentrate bar got higher with each passing sortie.
Still, Archuk hit a point where every assignment was a breeze, no matter how stupidly armed or fortified the enemy was. And that was how Laxia made her stake as Tribune, by parading around his arrogant tail. Which isn’t to say Laxia was underqualified. The rest of Swamp were still the best killers out in the field, but Archuk was their posterboy. But enough on the others. Archuk, yes.
1301 Scion. Heart of the season, and it was Meatoberfest. Can’t remember the exact party, but it wasn’t one of the finales. I was refilling my tankard for the third time, he was convincing some other charr to let him get first dibs on the steak. We caught eyes like some mushy human novel and got to talking. The music and eating sounds didn’t matter. The party went on and we hung around together until the bonfires burnt out. After that…well, we stayed together in his barracks.
…you’re giving me that kinda look that you wanna know the size of his dick or somethin’. You better get me four more beers for that info. But damn, was he good in bed. I always hear first-times are tail-twisting affairs, but Archuk…hmph, he was smooth, rough, gentle, and hard in all the right ways. I was only two seasons past my official designation as ‘adult’, and I fell head-over-heels for him. Him, the hotshot maverick dazzling young upstart me.
I lucked out and Swamp got reassigned to duties closer to the citadel shortly after. We blasted through every party we could, and he’d always bring back some mementos after his assignments. Ornate-lookin’ Ascalonian things, fangs or horns of some large beast, jewelry. Usual spoils-of-war bullshit. We’d talk about his latest battlefield adventures while watching some suckers in the Bane. How he lined up two headshots with one bullet or cleared out a pillbox with an explosive arrow and longbow he stole away. I was just enamoured by those tales, and everything I was doing with the Ax ‘band just felt dreary in comparison. And of course, the sex was great.
We lasted just over a year, ‘cause eventually Swamp had to be sent elsewhere. Didn’t even realize I was pregnant until a few weeks after we split either, but lil’ Torsk is another story. There were other charr I bed after him, but none quite had the same…zing that Archuk did. They were all slow-rolling or aggressive in the wrong ways. I’d catch him a handful of times in the years after, occasionally with another young, wide-eyed charr clinging onto his arm. They’d drink, shout, and laugh in the same ways I…we did. Still, he seemed happy and definitely not dead, so I was fine as well.
I still kept tabs on Swamp through some other connections, and I eventually found out he was sick. Some respiratory thing, and he passed ‘bout a year after I got the news. Laxia tells me that he was more pissed than Baelfire losing his godhood. Wanted to die in the fields against some other ridiculous challenge, but nope. He just slowly lost the ability to suck in air, and that was it. Couldn’t see him since this was way out near the Northern Shiverpeaks as well, and I was still stuck doing clerical work ‘round the citadel.
Archuk was a bastard in all the right ways. I still love him to bits, but I also wished that he knew…more of me. There was this one night in the citadel, we went stargazing in the highest point we could find. I wanted to tell him ‘bout the last mission I ran with Ax – flanking maneuvers to reinforce some offensive outside Diessa. Nothin’ special, but it was the first time I saw action in a long while. He kept staring into the sky as I gushed on the details, and at the end, he wrapped his arms around me and muttered something into my mane before giving a big ol’ kiss. It was nice, yeah, but always, it seemed like he was busy or distracted by something whenever I spoke up. Never even got to tell him he had a son…although I don’t doubt he had a lot more cubs beyond Torsk.
Still, best piece of tail I’ve ever had.
- Kurn Parallax
At some point, Kurn may figure out that Archuk didn't love her as much as she did him. But until then...
Kurn Parallax, Archuk Swampmoss © me
Art ©
MonsterellaGW2 and charr © ArenaNet
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fanart
Species Charr
Size 1400 x 934px
File Size 1.64 MB
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