"FIRE! FIRE! Fire!" someone shouted. The whole base woke up to the sound of screaming. Grone the Grievous, awakening from a snore borne of the river of mead he'd ingested at the coronation rites pulled his great bulk up and rubbed his eyes. His braided beard couldn't not hide his wrath at being interrupted.
The Skullrider snarled as he pushed off the hill of blondes curled in with him in the noble tent. He stumbled his way out and found a light commotion had started. The girls curled in with him pulled robes around their shoulders and stepped out too, ignoring his kiss to urge them back to sleep.
They flanked Grone in a ripple of golden-haired tops. The Skullrider was shirtless with the slabs of huge muscles that likened him to a man-beast on full display. His leonine eyes sparkled fury.
