10-18-2022, 11:12 PM
The princesses make their rounds in turn through the night. The first to descend into the murky dungeon is the glamorous daughter, adorned in jewels from head to tail, her midnight black scales and hair shimmering in the moonlight.
Her first stop is Ari's cell...
The snake slithers down the line of cells, heckling the inmates one by one until she is stopped by Mark.
She glares at the human, raising an eyebrow incredulously. "My ancestors...?"
Mark smiles, nervously. "W-Why, yes!"
In a flash, the princess's fingers are wrapped around Mark's neck, squeezing tight as she forces him to look into her eyes. "My ancestors were hunted, accused of eating yours, you pathetic thing."
She hisses, throwing Mark to the ground choking and sputtering from her hold.
"If I had my way," she continues, "I would see why they fancied themselves so delicious that they feared we should care."
She spits into the cell in front of Mark before continuing on her way, muttering something along the lines of "and how dare someone call the temple exquisite when I am right here putting its 'beauty' to shame!"
It is then that she comes upon the Swot entity...
She grabs the bars and examines the room in shock. She couldn't even remember it being as well furnished as it now was. Had the bedding in these cells always been so... well-kept? She only manages to utter a single "how!?" in response.
"W-Well," she stammers, "that is quite... resourceful. And it's... spotless!"
Swot nods, glad someone appreciates the work, even if the someone in question seems otherwise quite tasteless.
She slinks off, seeming shaken, glancing back over her shoulder once in a while at the freshly renovated jail cell. "I might... have a sure for that one," she mutters.
Her first stop is Ari's cell...
Quote:Ari sits silently in [her] cell as the first of the princesses approach. She looks around to see that everyone else [...] is quite equally scared, and more so, annoyed, each of them wondering what had gone wrong to land them here.
The princess approaches [and] leans in close to the bars, leering at [Ari].
"Aaaaah, lets see what we have here...", she says, looking [around the prison] with an evil and mischievous glint in her eye. "Inferior, all of you... You're all lucky your still alive. I'm not even sure why the king has agreed to keep you alive. Probably that bratty stain of a sister got into hiss head."
She leans her head in closer to the bars, flicking her tongue out. It strikes Ari's cheek, leaving a slight, dull, stinging pain in it's wake. She winces, reeling back.
"Mmmmmm you ssmell... delectable. You all behave now, or we might feast tonight. First on the menu... would be you..." She teases, glaring daggers at the rabbit. "I'm sure you'd taste the ssweetest."
Ari shrinks back in fear, her words tearing into her mind. Laughing to herself, the princess slithers away from the cell, leaving everyone to their own thoughts once more.
The snake slithers down the line of cells, heckling the inmates one by one until she is stopped by Mark.
Quote:"Hello there, princess," He said with a bow. "My name is Mark, I wouldn't want to be rude and not give my name, especially to royalty such as you." Mark lifts his head from the bow. "I've been looking around and I can't help but marvel at the exquisite construction of this temple, no doubt made by your ancestors. If you would be willing, would you share any stories about them, please? This place is fascinating, and I would love to learn more."
She glares at the human, raising an eyebrow incredulously. "My ancestors...?"
Mark smiles, nervously. "W-Why, yes!"
In a flash, the princess's fingers are wrapped around Mark's neck, squeezing tight as she forces him to look into her eyes. "My ancestors were hunted, accused of eating yours, you pathetic thing."
She hisses, throwing Mark to the ground choking and sputtering from her hold.
"If I had my way," she continues, "I would see why they fancied themselves so delicious that they feared we should care."
She spits into the cell in front of Mark before continuing on her way, muttering something along the lines of "and how dare someone call the temple exquisite when I am right here putting its 'beauty' to shame!"
It is then that she comes upon the Swot entity...
Quote:Swot turns away from the wall slowly, pensive, being able to feel the piercing stare. "Why are you here?"
She grabs the bars and examines the room in shock. She couldn't even remember it being as well furnished as it now was. Had the bedding in these cells always been so... well-kept? She only manages to utter a single "how!?" in response.
Quote:The Swot entity pauses a moment, thinking, and then says "I traded one of the guards a song for some cigs; another the cigs for some coin; another prisoner, though I will not say who, the coins for a stuffed animal; and finally I traded the janitor the stuffed animal for some spackle. Personally I am a bit surprised, as I cannot sing particularly well."
"W-Well," she stammers, "that is quite... resourceful. And it's... spotless!"
Swot nods, glad someone appreciates the work, even if the someone in question seems otherwise quite tasteless.
She slinks off, seeming shaken, glancing back over her shoulder once in a while at the freshly renovated jail cell. "I might... have a sure for that one," she mutters.