Pictish Eagle Symbol
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http://www.orkneyjar.com/history/picts/orkneypicts.htm
http://www.orkneyjar.com/history/brochs/index.html
A typical broch stood from five to 13 metres high. It was a circular, two-storey, drystone, structure, accessed by a single door at ground level.
Inside was a main inner "chamber" from which smaller cells - either built into, or up against, the wall - branched off. A winding, stone staircase, housed within the broch's double walls, led upwards to elevated floors and finally the top of the structure.
Although, like the earlier roundhouses, it is possible that some brochs were no more than fortified dwellings, a widespread belief is that they had a defensive function and are characterised by immensely thick outer walls.
It is now believed, however, that, although defence may have played some part, they were more likely to have been built to impress - a monumental marker in the landscape, highlighting the owner's social status, wealth and power.
Orkney's brochs were feats of considerable architectural and engineering expertise, the key to which was the principle of double-skinned walls.
Stronger and more stable than a single wall, the brochs had two parallel walls built with a hollow space between. These two outer "skins" were bonded at certain heights by stone lintel slabs - a method that allowed the broch's constructors to build to greater heights than could be achieved with solid walls.
An intriguing element about the construction of Orkney's brochs, is that many of them were found to have an underground chamber, often accessed via a flight of stone steps.
At one time, these chambers were dismissed as domestic wells, or cellars, but recent research has hinted at a more ritual use.
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First part
Date: 2017-02-24 08:57 pm (UTC)By the time Dante closed the distance between himself and the dog-afflicted offender, the man was on the ground, Kin standing over him, teeth firmly embedded in flesh, the massive King Shepherd growling as best as he could out the sides of his mouth.
“Get him off, get him off, please, please,” the man babbled, tears and spit and snot running down his face. “Tell him to get off!”
“Sir, I cannot tell the M-K9 to do anything. You should make your request to him directly. I suggest you make it politely.” Dante managed this bit with a straight face – Kin insisted that the offender appeal to him directly for his freedom, but the idea of it, and the images it conjured – criminals begging a dog for their life – always made him want to laugh.
“W-what?” The man stuttered. “I don’t get it, call him off me!”
Dante sighed. That and it always confused them.
Kin increased the volume of his growling and gave the man’s arm a little shake.
“Sir, this is an M-K9. A member of the Magical Division” – Dante didn’t say the full name, Magical Activities Division, because calling his partner a MAD dog was just a little much. “He’s as sentient” – and probably more intelligent – “as you. Please make your request to him directly.”
“I-I . . . “ the man looked fearfully between Dante and Kin. “Uh . . . er . . M-Mr Dog, could you” he gulped “could you please release me? I’ll be good I promise.”
Kin wuffed, snorted, then sneezed, letting the man go as he did so. The man lay on the ground, his sobs increasing in relief. Kin backed off and Dante took over, cuffing the man and radioing the operator to let them know his status.
Kin sat on his haunches nearby, relaxed, but his mere presence providing an aura of threat and menace. Truthfully, Kin was probably only thinking about the water (offenders tasted nasty, or so he said) and the biscuit he’d get when they got back to the car. But until then, they had an offender to read his rights and transport, and that was Dante’s job so . . . on with it.
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Date: 2017-02-24 09:22 pm (UTC)Predictably, the thrill of the chase and apprehension led to sex, both of them horny as the adrenaline flooded through their bodies and wreaked havoc.
At least this time they managed to make it home instead of fucking in the showers at work.
“OH GOD YES, yes Kin, please, please, fuck that ass, fucking wreck it!” Dante shouted as Kin’s cock punched through his ring with the force of a pile driver. He shouted at the pain, at the exquisite stretch and burn and need for MORE and LESS at the same time. He shouted as Kin almost immediately rammed against his prostate, at the strength in Kin’s fingers and hands as he held Dante’s hip and shoulder in a rigid vice that let him piston Dante up and down on his cock (if there hadn’t already been bruises there, there would have been by morning).
It made Dante beg and plead, he wanted, he *needed* more. He needed it all.
“Please . . . please . . . Kin . . . bite me, please, bite me.” Dante could feel his balls tightening and drawing up, the tingle rushing through his cock, his mind sinking into that warm fuzzy space where nothing else mattered but Kin, and Kin’s hands on his flesh and Kin’s low growl of “Beg for it. Convince me you deserve it.”
Dante whimpered, and a few tears leaked down his cheek, although Kin’s demand wasn’t unexpected. He knew what Kin wanted. “P-please S-sir. P-please *Master*. Please bite me, please mark me, please make me yours.”
And Kin obviously agreed as he sank his lengthened canines into the juncture of Dante’s neck and shoulder. Dante cried out at the pain, his cock spurting cum onto the sheets below. His ring spasmed around Kin’s huge cock, and that triggered Kin’s orgasm, his semen filling Dante’s ass, and the knot at the base beginning to swell and stretch as it forced it’s way inside. Dante whimpered again, then cried out as his hole felt stretched beyond tolerance. It would hold them together, hold Kin’s seed inside of him, let them fall asleep and probably wake up like that too.
They collapsed onto the bed into a sweaty, satisfied semen-stained heap on the sheets.
As they lay panting together, Kin licked and worried at the bruised and bleeding bite mark on Dante’s shoulder. There were scars there already – Kin bit him that often, but when he did, it was permanent.
“They’ll see you know, tomorrow at work,” Kin growled and a frisson of excitement and humiliation thrilled through Dante’s nerves. “The guys will see you in the changing room, the bruises on your hip, the teeth marks on your shoulder, and they’ll *know*. They’ll know your ass is mine, that the dog is the master . . .”
Dante’s breath hitched. Yes yes, that, all that. That’s what he wanted. Everyone to know – Kin wasn’t his, *he* was Kin’s. And that was exactly how it should be.
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Date: 2017-02-24 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-24 11:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-25 12:42 am (UTC)You're welcome to send me a plunny, was hoping to scribble something out for you but gone blank.
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Date: 2017-02-25 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-09 06:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-24 11:09 pm (UTC)I've been a very good girl this birthday. Yes, yes I have.
*grins* So have you. Thank You.
Now is Dante magical too or is Kin the only one in the duo to be of magical persuasion?
And if Dante isn't magical then how did the 'powers that be' think to put together teams, Magical Activities Division *GRINS*, like this?
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Date: 2017-02-25 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-03-22 06:55 am (UTC)Thank you~! Really needed this today. :)