Enatic Clans

It is either under my auspices when that scaly stuttering half-serpent, half-man is around or not. Yes, I'm referring to Habaraef. First off, no more ind-d-d-decisive naga - but on the other hand, she is more than a meat in lieu of who can challenge me in brainstorming. Oh, excuse me for mocking her a-a-a-ccent. On a good note for her, I can't make a hissing noise. Anyway, primarily, she is a loyal dog under one's palm. When I say: 'Jump', she jumps. Obedient to the point of being afraid of being abandoned for the second time.

"Leonis and Habaraef, huh? I can't imagine what their spawn will look like. Human face, human torso, and a slithereen tail? Or Serpent face, slimy body with gills, and bipedal feet? There are a plethora of combinations… Ha!" in my mind, I am formulating theoretical examples of what a human-naga union would be, as I am tittering around this chair.

"However, taking her body for pleasure?" I express my grimace by mockingly belching, by imagining it - it is very likely not.

"Even though she offers her body to be lustfully exploited by me. I have standards." reinforcing my previous thought.

Of course, who makes an anthromorph as his wife? Of course, not me. Neither are typical men, whether orcs nor elves. For context, but these überleben-anthromorph are just as great as appointing them as concubines, no? But wait, the spawns of concubines can be legitimized, right? Should when the offsprings from either monogamous or polygamous wedlock become extinct, the childrens from concubinage would be the heir or heirs undisputedly and spontaneous in a way. That is the basic rule of inheritance, at least for Inglovian standards.

"Ah~ I see. These creatures are even magnanimous utilizing them as mistresses. There is a succession law universal among the classes of gentry, patrician, lower nobility, royalty, imperialty, and grand imperialty. Again, limited to higher social class…" remembering these details that sparks right away through my mind, "Disqualifying progenies of the mistresses - declaring them as 'bastards'. Even for a small heirloom, they get nothing. It will save face for the familial or dynastic legitimacy's purpose that way. For clarifications: not the educational one, but the sexual one." I nearly spill myself when the teacup is close to my face.

What I mean to say is that: the children of concubines can inherit titles and lands, if there are no eligible heirs from the wedlock union. On the other hand, bastards do benefit not anything from their fathers' hard earned labor. Being born as a bastard is like cussing one's mother because she whored herself down. Sympathy, good luck on that, condolences, period. They are unwanted.

"I mean who am I to judge one's kink - fish fetish? Amphibian fetish? Serpentine fetish, eh?" sitting on a cozy chair under the obscure corner of the café, resting whilst waiting for further orders. Yes, the nagas are.

"Afterall, Captain Leonis is the head of this island. He can do whatever he wants to. For the pirate 'king' is he himself." musing, as I overtone his position.

And as usual, I take the 'Fort Quogsagihaxee'e Special' - any day, any night. Such aromatic piquancy oozing from the cup. Inhaling. As I put in proximity to my face once again, this time in a benign motion while basking the aura by smell. Ah~ as the mixed spices have struck right up to my nose. Enjoying every scent accumulating from this liquid, this tea is truly a sophisticated work of art. To the locals, it is the state-of-the-project.

"Ya Allah, this is unfortunate." I groan because I think I see a breakthrough through their stagnation, "Should the natives in this piratical fort welcome outsiders, would provide another source of revenues aside from plundering coasts and ships. Unfortunately for them, they scorn foreigners. I'm just lucky that I'm still breathing." cackling like a madman, to wonder why I should care about.

Around the pavement just right before my eyes, I observe couples of different races. An orc and an elf. The ones who just passed by are a set of a male human together with a succubus and another human that cling on him. The other from the farther view is a duo of male Sinist (white) shaggy human and another human who's a Krishnav (dark brown) sporting black hair. And the Jené (green) orc and Sang (red/blood) orc over there are passionately flirting. Such diversity and peculiar pairing I see on this island. Inter-racially and an irky mixture between ethnicities within a race. It makes me think that I have been taught something and it is erroneous. Half-orc is a product of humans and orcs. And so as the half-elf to elf and human. Orc and orc is equivalent to orc. That's the biological common sense. But what I know is that every hybridization is mostly the aftermath of rape, not from a happily union of household. This is particularly true since the days of the 'Metallic Period'.

"Who in the Kigal taught me that? I'll slap whoever taught me that way." this time I blabber myself, words flee from my lips.

This is harmonious in a way. In the mainland, Sinist human enslaving other races is prevalent. But shackling one's own race regardless of the different ethnicities is another story. This is so true when the Sinists dominate the Baja and the Níra. These are all humans but differ in culture and in complexion.

"A Sinist individual can enslave Nír person because they are black by skin tone. However, as I dive deeper, we hate them because: their women have bigger and delicious bums and busts, and their men possess longer and girthier endowment." as I think about it, this might be one of the reasons why my ancestors and even my ethnicity have believed in this immature propaganda. This is ludicrous.

Yes, that is the sin of being a Sinist and I am one of them. But as of now, the Aslab rule the Grand Empire. An ethnolinguistic-religious group. I am Aslab not by ethnic blood because I do have not facial hair similar to the dwarves, but I follow the dogma of Aslab as a religious devotee. I believe in the temporal powers of the current ruler. I am on par with him due to the fact that he proclaims annexation to my kingdom - the kingdom of Kehina.

I sigh, saying: "Such a world we live in." as I take another sip of my tea.

Alright, let me get this direct and simple. Humans, orcs, harpies, dwarves, succubi, incubi, witches, giants, vampires; something like that they can communicate verbally and can tread bipedally. These races are the überleben. Nagas, on the other hand, are either überleben or anthromoroph - I am aware not. If nagas are anthromorph, then Captain Leonis is committing a crime of bestiality. Since anthromorph is below überleben, sentient-wise. He maybe will care not, neither do I.

"Humans have at least seven ethnicities known. These are Sinists, Níra, Krishnava, Orieans, Aslab, Alta, and Baja…" obliviously voicing loudly.

"Æ! What are you muttering to yourself? Have you gone mad?" as one of the on-the-second men approaches, then he helps himself to take a seat in front of me on this table.

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"Studying. Reminiscing something." I manufacture an alibi, the fill of my cup is half-way through.

"Oh, tell me."

"Right,..." as I place the teacup on the table, "Sinist have distinct features such as fair skin. Brunette, straight, or blonde to female and shaggy and blonde to male." whereas I complete one out of seven explanations.

"Hmmm…" he muses, holding his chin with a squint left eye.

"Nír, or Níra in plural, are black-skinned humans, right?" pointing it out to him since he is in this category.

"Like me, huh?" he actively replies.

"Kinky hair in general. For women, they are blessed with huge busts and asses across the entire human ethnicities. Agnatically-..."

"A big trunk!" he stands up and mockingly humps the air, prompting us to laugh.

"Right. Alta humans and Baja humans - this set is classified as physiological rather than cultural or biological…"

He widens his eyes, asking: "How? If Sinists, Níra, whatever; differ by physical. Why can't they - these Alta and Baja?" as I understand his baffled expression, scratching his left temple.

"Hear me out. Irregardless to superficial characteristics, Alta and Baja reside in a particular atmosphere - surroundings, biomes, terrains, or seasons." gulp another sip, wiping my mouth with the napkin afterwards.

"So Baja humans dwell in underground communities - underground kingdoms, subterranean clans or ætt… then for the Alta humans live in the floating islands or aerobuoyant lands, whatsoever?" he is kind of unsure with his answer, however…

"Spot on!" jabbing my finger, I praise for his participation and concurrently I am jovial about him.

"Well, for Aslab-..."

"Ah, yeah - that's kind of complicated since there's a question: 'What classifies an Aslab?'. If an Aslab is a human, one should be hirsute bodily and facially. If an Aslab is a human and not from Inglovia, he is a loyalist to his land while either practicing the faith of 'Aslab' or an Aslab by blood itself. For example, an Aslab who lives in Acrania is dubbed as an Acranish Aslab. An Aslab devotee in Haganopolis is called 'Haganopolitan Aslab'. I mean what they do mean 'Aslab'?. The one who speaks the language, the one who is of the bloodline, or the folks who follow the religion. It is so convoluted." by his input, I am appalled by his knowledge. Is it politics or his hatred? By the way, he is quite right on the latter part. Messy, indeed.

"Alright,..." it leaves me speechless from the prior conversation, "For the Oriean or Orieans and Krishnav or Krishnava, they share similarity such as brown complexion."

"What? They should have disparate features, don't they? Since they are not of the same ethnicity, no?" he replies with an overture of disconnection.

I laugh, bolstering: "You are on the right. Orieans have light-brownish distinct while Krishnava are darkish on the brown part. And more nuance is that Orieans like to dabble a lot into the water. They take baths twice a day - one before toil and another before wee hours or after supper. To Orieans, it is mandatory. In contrast, the Krishnava, they are reek of miasma. And because in their culture, exuding unwanted waft is beauty. Disgusting." his idea, as I laud his quick and wise analysis.

"What? That's racism! You're being a racist!" he protests, whereas I partially deny not of his allegation.

"Oh, you know what? Let me double it down, they are hydrophobic akin to cats. However, the gátes race is impeccably cleaner than the Krishnava despite having feline characteristics."

He sighs, "You truly are an utter racist, Æ." shaking his head but could helped not by the fact that he can stop smirking not.

"Krishava, off to the onagers! Or rather, get trampled by a chariot!" I make him speechless in retaliation, however I realize that I overstep beyond my boundary - I am being too bigoted.

"On the side note, there is this disputed purported essay that these people are the ones who invented chess and contribute vastly to the math world. And they are great at it, producing many chessmasters and abacuses. Not only are they good at swindling people, they use this pastime as a means to earn coins." regardless of what I have truthfully stated, I balance their stereotypes.

"Moving on, in this world of Geböþæð, we coexist with other überleben such as the mighty and muscle-powered orcs." I continue right away, disregarding him and ignoring his sulking.

"Yes, Orcs have five ethnicities so far. They are Jené, Sang, Azurcs, Blorks, and Baja."

Oooo… he knows those too? No wonder, Fort Quogsagihaxee'e really embraces cosmopolitanism. By jurisdiction, this island is tied to the Grand Empire as a grand imperial vassal.

"So you may continue…" I prompt him to discuss those with me.

"The Jenés and the Sang orcs are frequent in this island - they are green and red in hue, respectively. I think Baja orcs have similarity with the Baja humans, both races dwell in the underground or caves. Their features may depend but one thing is for sure - if they live their life from toddlerhood to adulthood, they are Baja. For the two, I haven't seen them and as much I know more of them." he gives his insight, and they are all correct - partially.

I clear my throat, in order to fill in his gap, explaining: "Jenés are innately gregarious not only to their orcish ethnicities but also to other races, thus we can rarely hear Jené orcs inciting a war. They are the 'pacifist' or 'diplomatic' orcs. The Sang Orcs are a complex set of their counterparts, they administer themselves in rather organized structure. They distribute their lands equally whether feudalistic or tribalistic, which is revolutionary in an intriguing way. In times of peace and war, they all toil their lands and fight their battles, together respectively. They behave organically, working by quotas instead of working by sunlights. They invest heavily in food, shelter, and other basic amenities. Surplus is not for trading purposes but rather for their own benefit - feast or commemoration. Hence, the most intellect and organized among the ethnicity within the orcish race." I stop so that I can respire my breath.

"Azurcs are the type of orcs who are skilled in skirmish tactics in lieu of close quarters combat tactics and they are all blue. They live off in a nomadic lifestyle. As for the Blorks, these orcs are the masters of cavalry and animal husbandry - elephants, horses, wolves, anything that they can straddle on even the centaurs; they will make it as an extension of their bodies either for war or mundane tasks. Yes, they are black orcs." as I finish, rewarding myself another gulp of tea.

"So what about the elves, Æ? This überleben who is blessed with enormous lifeforce." he urges.

"Blanc, Sixon, Sang, Níra, Arbor, and Alta… they are six of them. This race is blessed with infinite lifeforce and near longevity, they have low sexual libido, however."

The discussion is getting much deeper than I did anticipate not. I could even believe not that this Nír buffoon is joining me in such intellectual talk. In this place? Filled with pirates and criminals… a Nír who is educated to be aware of this kind of notion? Impossible! Níra people should stay where they belong! They are the lowest among the human race.

I nearly lose my composure there, to offset this occurrence, I keep biting my lower teeth, making a clattering noise.

"Sir Æ, what are you doing? Are you a fit or something?" he shows his concerns about me, as he slightly stands from his chair and moves closer in-between on the table.

"Anyways, Blanc elves. Blanc elves are fair skinned like the Sinist humans. However, they possess a coveted smoothness and silky sensation surface. This elven ethnicity exercises an omnivore diet, meaning they eat vegetation and meat as well. Sociable in nature, similar to the Jenés and all other races." I dismiss him pertaining to my welfare, as I continue discussing the facts about a speck of the elven races.