Post by Svetei on Jul 18, 2008 0:17:47 GMT -5
Name:
Svetei Tai
(Zveh-ta Tye)
Gender:
female
Race:
shifter dragon
(venom class)
Corner Preferance:
wherever she fits
(note: though her powers do not relate to fire, she is fascinated by it, and will most likely abandon her nation to exist within the fire region.)
Age:
259 years old
Description:
Sveta is a purple dragoness. Her hide is made of a deep violet leather, coated by a translucent armor of thin, smooth scales. These scales are invisible at a distance, making her flesh appear smooth like unarmored canvas. Her neck, chest, and the ridges above her eyes are plated with a hard lavander shaded bone which protects her most vulnerable vitals. Dark spikes portrude from the top of her snout and run down her spine till they reach the base of her shoulders. A soft, papery leather flesh stretches between these spikes, creating a large fan that helps her navigate smoothly on the winds. Likewise, her long thin tail expands at the tip with similiar spikes and leather flesh to create a large rutter which helps her bank at terrifying speeds.
Her dragoness body is mounted on four legs, designed for long-strided sprinting. Long legs provide her with an agile and elegant spring making her formidable on the ground as well as in the air. Her body is built to reduce drag, and thus she is a creature built for agility and speed... not brute strength. On average, a human male rises up to her shoulders--making her a moderately sized foe compared to some of her kindred.
Lastly... a long bright neon stripe runs down the sides of her neck, ending at her shoulders and regrouping behind her rear legs to fold underneath her tail. This strip is a bright, flashy warning to any who might see her. Like a beautiful rattlesnake, she is extremely venemous.
Her powerful jaws are lined with sharp, hollow incisors. Pressure from a bite activates the venom glands located behind her jaw, which swiftly secrete her venomous neurotoxin through the hollow teeth and into the victim's wound where it can then enter the blood stream and wreak its damage.
Now, Sveta is a dragon. There's no denying it, through blood and genetics she is of a draconic breed, and is only compatible to breed with other dragonic kind, whether shifters or solid dragon forms.
However, as a shifter dragon she often changes to fit a human shape so as to better blend with the human population that makes up the majority of Alraënia.
Thus...
As a human woman, she has a very exotic appearance. Her dark bronze complexion and long, silky ebony hair contrast well with her light, violently bright pale rose eyes. They are the same eyes she boasts as a dragon, and the pupil is a vertical slit... she keeps her dragon eyes. They are far more sensitive and keen than that of a human's.
Her body is slender, and elegant with a natural sweep to her curves and an alluring arch in her back. Strong, proud strides sweep her steps, and she is graceful, but no less deadly. Her body, though slender is honed for combat, and she is known to dabble between the warrioress and the lady when it comes to attire. Yet, no matter what it may be... she retains her dragonite sense of obsessive compulsion. She wears lavender and royal violent colored garbs, as well as anything with a silver trim. If she cannot have her preferred color, then she wears black... a lack of color.
Personality:
How can I put this delicately...? She's a snake.
Svetei is deviously clever and ambitious. If she has the desire to obtain something, she will entertain almost every option until she finds the one that works. She is relentless, and is usually left with spare time making her recklessly curious. At sometimes she often becomes a troublemaker, as she routes out sources to hold and amuse her interests.
Being that she is a confident and proud figure, it comes as no surprise that many see her as a dominant personality. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind, and she also does not mind being brutal, rude or bitter to an aquaintance she does not care for. She has no fear, even when she rightfully should.
She is also quite vain. Svetei knows her dragonic figure is one of slender grace and awe. However, she knows all the more how alluring and attractive her exotic complexion is towards human men... and she loves this. Though she's no seductress--she can't hold aman with her eyes--she can entertain with her body, and she doesn't mind to tease and play coy every once and a while.
Feircely, independent, wiley, and sly... Svetei's personality can most be described as feline. Reckless, bold, and clever.
And like a cat, she is oddly drawn irrationally towards certain things--a kind of OCD if you will...
She is fascinated by the fire and the art of manipulating it. Her dense armored hide provides some insulation against immense heat, but she could never wield or manipulate fire, though she often wishes she could. No, the reason why she is so intrigued by fire remains a mystery--something that can't be explained. She merely admires the power and recklessness of a blaze... so much that she often relates herself to the element... which is not at all surprising given the facts.
Yet, just the same... she is terrified of being trapped. When locked within a close space of which she feels she cannot escape, she feels suffocated and small--often shifting into her human form to avoid the close feeling of a cramped space. This impulsive move leaves her weaponless most times, and vulnerable. She has often found that human bodies are more brittle and are not as resilient as a dragon's.
Skills:
Svetei has no magical abilities. She never has, and probably never will. Now, there are innate natural magics that seem to have been built into her genetics such as the ability to change her physical shape, and telepathically communicate between individuals as the dragon, but those are not uncommon around the world.
No, she was gifted with more natural abilities that are honed and as deadly as any magical concoction.
As a dragon--her most lethal and prefered state of being--she has her jaws, capable of secreting a deadly toxin.
Her venom causes paralyses, sometimes resulting in respiratory failure, cardiac arrest, and mild necrosis in rare, untreated cases.
The neurotoxin enters the bloodstream upon a bite and travels swiftly allong the currents. It is painful, causing severe swelling and if not treated within the first hour will lead to necrosis of the bitten limb as the venom begins to kill nerves and tissues around the bite wound. More importantly, this venom within the first half hour will begin to shut down the victim's nervous system, causing paralysis which will after the hour begin to shut down the heart and lungs, leading inevitably to death.
Now, her venom is exactly that. A venom, it is harmless unless it is allowed to enter the bloodstream. Her body is also the only source for the antivenom, though a healer can easily detoxify a victim with their healing magics. The antivenom is a specialized antibody which her body creates to protect herself from her own weapon. This antibody can be found in the blood, and when processed will readily assist in the detoxification.
As a human, she loses this weapon. She must really on her keen sight, cunning, and fighting abilities to survive. Again, she's magicless... but is resourceful, smart and skilled with a pair of identical katana's which she wields artfully in two hands.
Her weakness...? Claustrophobia. She is terrified of being caged, trapped, and or restrained. To trap her into a restraining space is the equivilant of clipping a birds wings. It seems to cripple her, making her vulnerable, but likewise all the more viscious.
Sample Post:
Insult to Injury:
Inconquerable panic seized her as her head began to swim within a dull grey fog. Feeble human arms worked tirelessly upon the chains which held her fast to the stone... but she could not escape them. Someone's foul game had ensnared her here within this dark cave, for there were always a few who managed to get lucky against her wrath--sidling up with a smile only to turn the game in the end.
It was insulting, really.
...that they could manage to trick her so easily. Disgusting, as well, how their minds worked. Some men's idea of "fun" just wasn't funny at all, when you're the "dragon girl."
Ah yes, rape the dragon girl. Annoying rather than shattering. Svetei didn't really care that they had violated her in such as way as to be defined by the word. Her genetics were incapatible with theirs so she had few worries about inpregnating, but it infuriated her that they had suceeded. They'd been lucky, turning her own teasing game against her... but they'd pay... they really would.
She could still hear them... laughing around the corner, their fire crackling, they drunken breath radiating back to her on the channel winds which swept through the caves.
She wrinkled her nose in distaste and rattled the chains again. The choking, suffocating sense of dispair still filled her, but it was edging away as her eyes resettled in the black.
The chamber in which she was tied was larger than she'd first thought when she'd opened her eyes. The ceiling was tall, and the length of the stone room seemed to continue on into some deep passageway that led to somewhere she didn't care to know. She never liked caves... too many turns, and places to get lost. It was one of the reasons she was debating on whether to spare one of the men's lives... just to get her out, if freedom wasn't just a step out the door.
But first... she needed escape... and it wasn't coming to her. A thick iron shackle was wrapped tightly around her neck, another on her wrist, and a third around her ankle. The chain that tied her neck was about two thirds longer than the other restraints, so it did not detain her, but she still could not dare to shift shape. If the metal did not give... it would quickly strangle her, and she wasn't confident enough to assume the shackle would break. It was her one crippling fear...
It swelled inside her again as she suddenly heard a loud ruckus from outside her small world. A clamor of boots, steel, and raised voices. A few cries rang out, before things fell silent once again and she listened fearfully. They couldn't kill themselves now! She wanted to have the honor, but more importantly if they killed each other than she was left her alone, no food, no water, locked within a dark desolate caves on the fringes of no where. Those were bad odds for anyone... and her sense of self-preservation was strong.
Yet, to her twisted and unwilling releif, a figure soon stepped from the silence. It was a man she recognized. She recognized all her captors. This one was a middle-aged man, burly, with strong arms, and a broad chest. Wild hair sprout from the roots in his scalp and hung in greasy tangles down to his shoulders... the typical picture of a hard traveler on a long road. He was particularly drunk and he held a sword within his hand. Keen, draconic eyes could make out the dark stain that was easily identifyable as blood. The site didn't bother her, but it made her wary.
He swaggered in her direction till he crouched in front of her. A dirtied, sweaty palm reached out and harshly cupped her face, pulling her closer to his ailing breath. She cringed and leaned away as far as she could manage, but his masculine strength over matched her pitiful human body and he held her firmly. She breifly imagined how he might hold the face of the dragon. The idea brought a wry smirk to mind.
"Ah now my darling... don't you worry. We're still around, just one man short now," a dark glimmer of irony shifted across his face, "hell, you could probably of relate to him, but no matter now."
He released her with a shove and a sudden frown. She knew what she was illuding to... the whole incident that had gotten into this mess.
What had begun as simple curiousity had led to theft, which had then unfortunately led to capture and now this. Obviously, one of the three men who had taken her had tried to take some sort of cut that didn't belong to him... apparently whoever it was was no more.
As he swaggered back around the corner, he suddenly paused and looked back at her, an evil grin upon his face as he eyed her naked bodice and all its enticing curves, of which they'd already helped themselves to... a memory he was obviously reliving in his mind.
She scoffed in dissaproval at his stare, and he only chuckled: "Don't worry darling, Georges be in to see you soon."
She quickly received the threat without tremor. Georges was a skinny one, all bone and muscle. He was a cunning and devious fool--a man after Svetei's own heart... but it was his cleverness which she'd underestimate that had led her into this situation and for that... she hated him. She was a little dissapointed he hadn't been the one to be short handed.
As for her situation, it was simple enough to say she'd tried to steal something. It was actually only a simple meal, a full buck curling on a spit. She was of course a dragon, out on a hunt... and like any predetor was allured by the scent of the meat and the smoke of the fire... she liked fire. Of course, one thing led to another and before she knew it, she's running from three renegades. Being the reckless--stupid--dragoness that she is... she didn't take pride in simply being able to dissapear into the night sky, so know she stuck to the ground. Shamelessly flaunting her speed and agility on land--toying with them. Letting them gain a little only to dissapear again.
Honestly, she'd thought she lost them when she retired into the large antichamber of the cave she assumed they'd taken residence of. But before she could settle, they came charging in. Her first instinct is to run... but of course she had no where to go... save the damn room she was in now. Which is of course where her startled mind went. Then she hit the dead end... lead no where, dark, empty... couldn't find the other door... impulsive panic set in and she demorphed into a human shell to better hide and scramble along into tight spaces.
And just to be clear, her shifting from dragon to human is no simple matter. She has no clothes when she shifts into the woman. Just naturally works that way, she can only change the physical not the material. So when the men inevitably and unforuntately cought up to her, she was stark naked... beautiful, she proud to say... but nonetheless vulnerable. Now, her exotic figure is no doubt what saved her from execution, but some would argue the worse fate.
She shrugged out of her mental recall... the worse fate was death, she'd never change her opinion of that. So she didn't care about the rest... she just wanted out now. She was tired of their "games" of which she knew they would not end on their own. Frankly, she was a little flattered that they found her attractive enough to keep. But we'll save the proof of her vanity for another time.
Dabbling out of her own thoughts, she sat in the dark again... as noise filtered back to her from the main chamber.
She could hear his footsteps shortly after that... and wouldn't you know... it was Georges who came around smiling at her.
She resituated so that her legs were tightly pinned against the floor as she kneeled upon them, fixing him with a stubborn glare. She knew it was useless though, for she saw the glint of steel. A knife... was typical of Georges. She smirked, the thin rascal didn't like a fight.
He came before her, kneeling down and fixing a tactical, lusting eye upon her. She could see he was already anticipating the act, but she ignored the details which otherwise disgusted her. She was immune to the act of "love making." The only thing she'd ever experience was animal... no love involved. This would be no different.
Wordless, the human weasle slowly slid the knife into the groove of her legs, between her thighs. Nothing was more suggestive than that as he slowly began to twist the blade, pushing the sharp edge against her flesh... her eyes narrowed violently as the cold metal began to sear as steel began to cut flesh, and for a moment she imagined her reptilian head lashing out, digging hallow teeth into the core of his chest, draining her venom into him, letting it run deep. She'd hold him prisoner and watch him rot from the inside out. That would bring her such pleasure as of right now... but what could she do.
Fearing the pain of a knife wound she relented and relaxed with a stubborn sigh. He only smiled, sheathed the knife... and prepared to take advantage of his prisoner.
By the end of the night it was just another day.... and she was annoyed now more than ever. This was growing tiresome, and her patience was running thin. She wanted more than anything to do something, but what could she do. She was trapped...
A shudder rippled through her as she clutched her knees to her chest. The realization swam over her with bone crushing force, and she felt a nick resonate through her stone defenses. She couldn't break free without teasing fate... and she didn't want to risk death. Strangulation was no pretty way to go either.
She hated to say it... but she could use a knight in shining armor right about now.
Wild Eyed Poodle
Svetei Tai
(Zveh-ta Tye)
Gender:
female
Race:
shifter dragon
(venom class)
Corner Preferance:
wherever she fits
(note: though her powers do not relate to fire, she is fascinated by it, and will most likely abandon her nation to exist within the fire region.)
Age:
259 years old
Description:
Sveta is a purple dragoness. Her hide is made of a deep violet leather, coated by a translucent armor of thin, smooth scales. These scales are invisible at a distance, making her flesh appear smooth like unarmored canvas. Her neck, chest, and the ridges above her eyes are plated with a hard lavander shaded bone which protects her most vulnerable vitals. Dark spikes portrude from the top of her snout and run down her spine till they reach the base of her shoulders. A soft, papery leather flesh stretches between these spikes, creating a large fan that helps her navigate smoothly on the winds. Likewise, her long thin tail expands at the tip with similiar spikes and leather flesh to create a large rutter which helps her bank at terrifying speeds.
Her dragoness body is mounted on four legs, designed for long-strided sprinting. Long legs provide her with an agile and elegant spring making her formidable on the ground as well as in the air. Her body is built to reduce drag, and thus she is a creature built for agility and speed... not brute strength. On average, a human male rises up to her shoulders--making her a moderately sized foe compared to some of her kindred.
Lastly... a long bright neon stripe runs down the sides of her neck, ending at her shoulders and regrouping behind her rear legs to fold underneath her tail. This strip is a bright, flashy warning to any who might see her. Like a beautiful rattlesnake, she is extremely venemous.
Her powerful jaws are lined with sharp, hollow incisors. Pressure from a bite activates the venom glands located behind her jaw, which swiftly secrete her venomous neurotoxin through the hollow teeth and into the victim's wound where it can then enter the blood stream and wreak its damage.
Now, Sveta is a dragon. There's no denying it, through blood and genetics she is of a draconic breed, and is only compatible to breed with other dragonic kind, whether shifters or solid dragon forms.
However, as a shifter dragon she often changes to fit a human shape so as to better blend with the human population that makes up the majority of Alraënia.
Thus...
As a human woman, she has a very exotic appearance. Her dark bronze complexion and long, silky ebony hair contrast well with her light, violently bright pale rose eyes. They are the same eyes she boasts as a dragon, and the pupil is a vertical slit... she keeps her dragon eyes. They are far more sensitive and keen than that of a human's.
Her body is slender, and elegant with a natural sweep to her curves and an alluring arch in her back. Strong, proud strides sweep her steps, and she is graceful, but no less deadly. Her body, though slender is honed for combat, and she is known to dabble between the warrioress and the lady when it comes to attire. Yet, no matter what it may be... she retains her dragonite sense of obsessive compulsion. She wears lavender and royal violent colored garbs, as well as anything with a silver trim. If she cannot have her preferred color, then she wears black... a lack of color.
Personality:
How can I put this delicately...? She's a snake.
Svetei is deviously clever and ambitious. If she has the desire to obtain something, she will entertain almost every option until she finds the one that works. She is relentless, and is usually left with spare time making her recklessly curious. At sometimes she often becomes a troublemaker, as she routes out sources to hold and amuse her interests.
Being that she is a confident and proud figure, it comes as no surprise that many see her as a dominant personality. She's not afraid to say what's on her mind, and she also does not mind being brutal, rude or bitter to an aquaintance she does not care for. She has no fear, even when she rightfully should.
She is also quite vain. Svetei knows her dragonic figure is one of slender grace and awe. However, she knows all the more how alluring and attractive her exotic complexion is towards human men... and she loves this. Though she's no seductress--she can't hold aman with her eyes--she can entertain with her body, and she doesn't mind to tease and play coy every once and a while.
Feircely, independent, wiley, and sly... Svetei's personality can most be described as feline. Reckless, bold, and clever.
And like a cat, she is oddly drawn irrationally towards certain things--a kind of OCD if you will...
She is fascinated by the fire and the art of manipulating it. Her dense armored hide provides some insulation against immense heat, but she could never wield or manipulate fire, though she often wishes she could. No, the reason why she is so intrigued by fire remains a mystery--something that can't be explained. She merely admires the power and recklessness of a blaze... so much that she often relates herself to the element... which is not at all surprising given the facts.
Yet, just the same... she is terrified of being trapped. When locked within a close space of which she feels she cannot escape, she feels suffocated and small--often shifting into her human form to avoid the close feeling of a cramped space. This impulsive move leaves her weaponless most times, and vulnerable. She has often found that human bodies are more brittle and are not as resilient as a dragon's.
Skills:
Svetei has no magical abilities. She never has, and probably never will. Now, there are innate natural magics that seem to have been built into her genetics such as the ability to change her physical shape, and telepathically communicate between individuals as the dragon, but those are not uncommon around the world.
No, she was gifted with more natural abilities that are honed and as deadly as any magical concoction.
As a dragon--her most lethal and prefered state of being--she has her jaws, capable of secreting a deadly toxin.
Her venom causes paralyses, sometimes resulting in respiratory failure, cardiac arrest, and mild necrosis in rare, untreated cases.
The neurotoxin enters the bloodstream upon a bite and travels swiftly allong the currents. It is painful, causing severe swelling and if not treated within the first hour will lead to necrosis of the bitten limb as the venom begins to kill nerves and tissues around the bite wound. More importantly, this venom within the first half hour will begin to shut down the victim's nervous system, causing paralysis which will after the hour begin to shut down the heart and lungs, leading inevitably to death.
Now, her venom is exactly that. A venom, it is harmless unless it is allowed to enter the bloodstream. Her body is also the only source for the antivenom, though a healer can easily detoxify a victim with their healing magics. The antivenom is a specialized antibody which her body creates to protect herself from her own weapon. This antibody can be found in the blood, and when processed will readily assist in the detoxification.
As a human, she loses this weapon. She must really on her keen sight, cunning, and fighting abilities to survive. Again, she's magicless... but is resourceful, smart and skilled with a pair of identical katana's which she wields artfully in two hands.
Her weakness...? Claustrophobia. She is terrified of being caged, trapped, and or restrained. To trap her into a restraining space is the equivilant of clipping a birds wings. It seems to cripple her, making her vulnerable, but likewise all the more viscious.
Sample Post:
Insult to Injury:
Inconquerable panic seized her as her head began to swim within a dull grey fog. Feeble human arms worked tirelessly upon the chains which held her fast to the stone... but she could not escape them. Someone's foul game had ensnared her here within this dark cave, for there were always a few who managed to get lucky against her wrath--sidling up with a smile only to turn the game in the end.
It was insulting, really.
...that they could manage to trick her so easily. Disgusting, as well, how their minds worked. Some men's idea of "fun" just wasn't funny at all, when you're the "dragon girl."
Ah yes, rape the dragon girl. Annoying rather than shattering. Svetei didn't really care that they had violated her in such as way as to be defined by the word. Her genetics were incapatible with theirs so she had few worries about inpregnating, but it infuriated her that they had suceeded. They'd been lucky, turning her own teasing game against her... but they'd pay... they really would.
She could still hear them... laughing around the corner, their fire crackling, they drunken breath radiating back to her on the channel winds which swept through the caves.
She wrinkled her nose in distaste and rattled the chains again. The choking, suffocating sense of dispair still filled her, but it was edging away as her eyes resettled in the black.
The chamber in which she was tied was larger than she'd first thought when she'd opened her eyes. The ceiling was tall, and the length of the stone room seemed to continue on into some deep passageway that led to somewhere she didn't care to know. She never liked caves... too many turns, and places to get lost. It was one of the reasons she was debating on whether to spare one of the men's lives... just to get her out, if freedom wasn't just a step out the door.
But first... she needed escape... and it wasn't coming to her. A thick iron shackle was wrapped tightly around her neck, another on her wrist, and a third around her ankle. The chain that tied her neck was about two thirds longer than the other restraints, so it did not detain her, but she still could not dare to shift shape. If the metal did not give... it would quickly strangle her, and she wasn't confident enough to assume the shackle would break. It was her one crippling fear...
It swelled inside her again as she suddenly heard a loud ruckus from outside her small world. A clamor of boots, steel, and raised voices. A few cries rang out, before things fell silent once again and she listened fearfully. They couldn't kill themselves now! She wanted to have the honor, but more importantly if they killed each other than she was left her alone, no food, no water, locked within a dark desolate caves on the fringes of no where. Those were bad odds for anyone... and her sense of self-preservation was strong.
Yet, to her twisted and unwilling releif, a figure soon stepped from the silence. It was a man she recognized. She recognized all her captors. This one was a middle-aged man, burly, with strong arms, and a broad chest. Wild hair sprout from the roots in his scalp and hung in greasy tangles down to his shoulders... the typical picture of a hard traveler on a long road. He was particularly drunk and he held a sword within his hand. Keen, draconic eyes could make out the dark stain that was easily identifyable as blood. The site didn't bother her, but it made her wary.
He swaggered in her direction till he crouched in front of her. A dirtied, sweaty palm reached out and harshly cupped her face, pulling her closer to his ailing breath. She cringed and leaned away as far as she could manage, but his masculine strength over matched her pitiful human body and he held her firmly. She breifly imagined how he might hold the face of the dragon. The idea brought a wry smirk to mind.
"Ah now my darling... don't you worry. We're still around, just one man short now," a dark glimmer of irony shifted across his face, "hell, you could probably of relate to him, but no matter now."
He released her with a shove and a sudden frown. She knew what she was illuding to... the whole incident that had gotten into this mess.
What had begun as simple curiousity had led to theft, which had then unfortunately led to capture and now this. Obviously, one of the three men who had taken her had tried to take some sort of cut that didn't belong to him... apparently whoever it was was no more.
As he swaggered back around the corner, he suddenly paused and looked back at her, an evil grin upon his face as he eyed her naked bodice and all its enticing curves, of which they'd already helped themselves to... a memory he was obviously reliving in his mind.
She scoffed in dissaproval at his stare, and he only chuckled: "Don't worry darling, Georges be in to see you soon."
She quickly received the threat without tremor. Georges was a skinny one, all bone and muscle. He was a cunning and devious fool--a man after Svetei's own heart... but it was his cleverness which she'd underestimate that had led her into this situation and for that... she hated him. She was a little dissapointed he hadn't been the one to be short handed.
As for her situation, it was simple enough to say she'd tried to steal something. It was actually only a simple meal, a full buck curling on a spit. She was of course a dragon, out on a hunt... and like any predetor was allured by the scent of the meat and the smoke of the fire... she liked fire. Of course, one thing led to another and before she knew it, she's running from three renegades. Being the reckless--stupid--dragoness that she is... she didn't take pride in simply being able to dissapear into the night sky, so know she stuck to the ground. Shamelessly flaunting her speed and agility on land--toying with them. Letting them gain a little only to dissapear again.
Honestly, she'd thought she lost them when she retired into the large antichamber of the cave she assumed they'd taken residence of. But before she could settle, they came charging in. Her first instinct is to run... but of course she had no where to go... save the damn room she was in now. Which is of course where her startled mind went. Then she hit the dead end... lead no where, dark, empty... couldn't find the other door... impulsive panic set in and she demorphed into a human shell to better hide and scramble along into tight spaces.
And just to be clear, her shifting from dragon to human is no simple matter. She has no clothes when she shifts into the woman. Just naturally works that way, she can only change the physical not the material. So when the men inevitably and unforuntately cought up to her, she was stark naked... beautiful, she proud to say... but nonetheless vulnerable. Now, her exotic figure is no doubt what saved her from execution, but some would argue the worse fate.
She shrugged out of her mental recall... the worse fate was death, she'd never change her opinion of that. So she didn't care about the rest... she just wanted out now. She was tired of their "games" of which she knew they would not end on their own. Frankly, she was a little flattered that they found her attractive enough to keep. But we'll save the proof of her vanity for another time.
Dabbling out of her own thoughts, she sat in the dark again... as noise filtered back to her from the main chamber.
She could hear his footsteps shortly after that... and wouldn't you know... it was Georges who came around smiling at her.
She resituated so that her legs were tightly pinned against the floor as she kneeled upon them, fixing him with a stubborn glare. She knew it was useless though, for she saw the glint of steel. A knife... was typical of Georges. She smirked, the thin rascal didn't like a fight.
He came before her, kneeling down and fixing a tactical, lusting eye upon her. She could see he was already anticipating the act, but she ignored the details which otherwise disgusted her. She was immune to the act of "love making." The only thing she'd ever experience was animal... no love involved. This would be no different.
Wordless, the human weasle slowly slid the knife into the groove of her legs, between her thighs. Nothing was more suggestive than that as he slowly began to twist the blade, pushing the sharp edge against her flesh... her eyes narrowed violently as the cold metal began to sear as steel began to cut flesh, and for a moment she imagined her reptilian head lashing out, digging hallow teeth into the core of his chest, draining her venom into him, letting it run deep. She'd hold him prisoner and watch him rot from the inside out. That would bring her such pleasure as of right now... but what could she do.
Fearing the pain of a knife wound she relented and relaxed with a stubborn sigh. He only smiled, sheathed the knife... and prepared to take advantage of his prisoner.
By the end of the night it was just another day.... and she was annoyed now more than ever. This was growing tiresome, and her patience was running thin. She wanted more than anything to do something, but what could she do. She was trapped...
A shudder rippled through her as she clutched her knees to her chest. The realization swam over her with bone crushing force, and she felt a nick resonate through her stone defenses. She couldn't break free without teasing fate... and she didn't want to risk death. Strangulation was no pretty way to go either.
She hated to say it... but she could use a knight in shining armor right about now.
Wild Eyed Poodle
