Post by Requiem on Jan 18, 2010 17:54:59 GMT -5
Stay, arachneugly, he commanded. Only the deformed, retarded salamandyr with too many legs and no frill didn't stay...or make any indication that he'd heard Lust at all. Must be mind deaf. Still, to be fair, he decided to issue one more warning. Arachneugly no move, or Lust tear off extra legs, make all little sand pieces green, he hissed threateningly. Again the retarded, misshapen one didn't react. No cowering, no foolish attempt at posturing...that settled it. Mind deaf. No other explanation. Well, he'd just have to make his wishes known more...physically. Universal language, no?
Thus decided, the male launched himself at the scuttler, frill fully extended and hissing vigorously. What was that? What was that?! Did the retarded one just try to pinch him with those hideously deformed forelegs? It was war! He leapt on the scuttler's back, clinging bravely as the thing waved those ugly pincers around and danced back and forth. Lust bit at him, but his hide was hard. Confused, the bronze wondered if the deformed one had some sort of hide disease. His Lovepet would know. How terrible...but it was still defying him, and pitiable or no, that couldn't be tolerated.
Apparently deciding that the self-proclaimed King of Selenitas was too much for him, the crab suddenly scuttled sideways, into the ocean, the wave rolling over them and dislodging Lust, tumbling the bronze end over end. Arachneugly dung eater...drown dead deformed ugly, he snarled, struggling to get to the top of the wave and being dragged further out into the ocean until a tail splashed down beside him and he grabbed on, crooning. Much good bigmouth, good vassal.
Snorting at the rescued 'King of the Dunes,' Kalierre munched on her evening meal of fruit, cheese and bread. "That's a crab, not a salamandyr, Lust. You can be king of the ground. Leave the water creatures alone." King of all, you see, you see, he insisted, crawling wearily up onto her knee and nipping at her. Crawlies? "All right. Crawlies." Fishing out the pouch of live grubs she carried, she let him have a few, and the bronze curled up happily after his meal, plotting how he would conquer the seabeasts. It could be done, and he'd show them all.
Phremath curled around the rocks, liking the feel of the spray against her hide. I like the ocean, she stated peacefully, lowering her head for Kalierre to scratch. "Yes, I know." So does the little LustKing. We should come here more often. Don't you think? "Well, I do like watching the sunset," the dragonhealer admitted reluctantly...rearranging her limbs to relieve the familiar pain in her hip.
Thus decided, the male launched himself at the scuttler, frill fully extended and hissing vigorously. What was that? What was that?! Did the retarded one just try to pinch him with those hideously deformed forelegs? It was war! He leapt on the scuttler's back, clinging bravely as the thing waved those ugly pincers around and danced back and forth. Lust bit at him, but his hide was hard. Confused, the bronze wondered if the deformed one had some sort of hide disease. His Lovepet would know. How terrible...but it was still defying him, and pitiable or no, that couldn't be tolerated.
Apparently deciding that the self-proclaimed King of Selenitas was too much for him, the crab suddenly scuttled sideways, into the ocean, the wave rolling over them and dislodging Lust, tumbling the bronze end over end. Arachneugly dung eater...drown dead deformed ugly, he snarled, struggling to get to the top of the wave and being dragged further out into the ocean until a tail splashed down beside him and he grabbed on, crooning. Much good bigmouth, good vassal.
Snorting at the rescued 'King of the Dunes,' Kalierre munched on her evening meal of fruit, cheese and bread. "That's a crab, not a salamandyr, Lust. You can be king of the ground. Leave the water creatures alone." King of all, you see, you see, he insisted, crawling wearily up onto her knee and nipping at her. Crawlies? "All right. Crawlies." Fishing out the pouch of live grubs she carried, she let him have a few, and the bronze curled up happily after his meal, plotting how he would conquer the seabeasts. It could be done, and he'd show them all.
Phremath curled around the rocks, liking the feel of the spray against her hide. I like the ocean, she stated peacefully, lowering her head for Kalierre to scratch. "Yes, I know." So does the little LustKing. We should come here more often. Don't you think? "Well, I do like watching the sunset," the dragonhealer admitted reluctantly...rearranging her limbs to relieve the familiar pain in her hip.