Post by shaila on Oct 5, 2008 8:43:15 GMT -5
(The following is a side story to a main storyline that will be revealed later. Apologies if the conversation is a bit confusing at times as to who they are referring to, but you'll find out! Enjoy!)
Merry reclined in her chair, breathing out a long and thin wisp of smoke, the tip of the hookah's hose held in one hand as she stretched her arms over her head, breathing out a relaxed sigh. Her leathery wings stretched out to either side as well as she did so, then hanging over the sides of her recliner once more. She smiled as she closed her eyes, running through pleasant memories long since passed. She then turned onto her side, letting a hand hang down to run across the back of her pet.
The fel stalker's tendrils quivered as the succubus scratched its back, gnawing on the skull of what had formerly been a goblin. They slowly wrapped around her arm, and she opened her eyes slightly, her lips forming into a smirk.
"You're thirsty*," she said. "But don't drink of my energy, darling. This is why I got you snacks."
She fluidly slipped off of the recliner and onto her hooves, the fel stalker following her eagerly as she walked over to a nearby box. She cracked open the lid just a bit, peeking inside from which blue light radiated. She giggled, and quickly reached in, pulling out a snapping and wiggling mana wyrm. The fel stalker salivated, and snapped out with its tentacles as she released the wyrm. The doglike demon caught it with ease, draining its energy until the creature was nothing more than a dried up husk on the floor.
They continued this mutually enjoyable activity for a while, until a green orb with spiraling energy inside of it began to glow by the succubus' recliner. Merry sighed, and closed the box, leaving the suitably satisfied but ever hungry fel stalker to continue fruitlessly snapping at the box with its tentacles. She climbed onto the recliner and lay down on her stomach, activating the orb for communication with a flick of her wrist.
"Report, Merry," came the deep, unusually eager voice. "Is the human dead?"
"Ifferis is dead, master," Merry purred, a small smile coming to her lips.
"He is...I see. And you are sure of this?" A bit of his trademark patience came back into the voice of her master, the eredar Boreaul.
Merry shrugged, burying her head in the pillow she was resting on. Such wonderful fabric! She turned back to the orb. "Quite sure. He never reported to me. And he is the nervous, obsessive sort." She turned onto her back, bringing the pillow around and hugging it below her chest, beaming at the ceiling, eyes full of delight. "Do you think his death was pleasurable, master?"
"I do not care what the rodent's death was like, my dear," Boreaul replied, the last portion rife with sarcasm. He sighed. "Inconvenient, but it is nothing he did not have coming. He was taking too long. I wonder if the human knows, then..."
"Do you think she will find where I am staying?" Merry looked at the orb, curiosity on her face. "Will we play games?"
"I wonder...it will be interesting to see, however, will it not?" A hint of amusement in his voice.
"Oh, yes!" Her chest heaved and her whole body quivered as she thought of the possible games to come. "It will be very exciting! Shall we wait and see, then? No more scouting, for now?"
"No, no more scouting," Boreaul replied. "Not for quite some time yet. It will be better if she finds your lair. And there are other matters I must aid in keeping a watchful eye on. It seems the Lich Pretender will be making a move soon. We shall see what comes of that, but I imagine there are few scenarios that do not stand to benefit us. At least one of our enemies shall be greatly weakened. In the meantime, Merry..." His voice changed to a sinister sneer. "Have fun."
She grinned, her eyes flaring with blue fire.
"Yesssss..."
* Translated from Eredun
Merry reclined in her chair, breathing out a long and thin wisp of smoke, the tip of the hookah's hose held in one hand as she stretched her arms over her head, breathing out a relaxed sigh. Her leathery wings stretched out to either side as well as she did so, then hanging over the sides of her recliner once more. She smiled as she closed her eyes, running through pleasant memories long since passed. She then turned onto her side, letting a hand hang down to run across the back of her pet.
The fel stalker's tendrils quivered as the succubus scratched its back, gnawing on the skull of what had formerly been a goblin. They slowly wrapped around her arm, and she opened her eyes slightly, her lips forming into a smirk.
"You're thirsty*," she said. "But don't drink of my energy, darling. This is why I got you snacks."
She fluidly slipped off of the recliner and onto her hooves, the fel stalker following her eagerly as she walked over to a nearby box. She cracked open the lid just a bit, peeking inside from which blue light radiated. She giggled, and quickly reached in, pulling out a snapping and wiggling mana wyrm. The fel stalker salivated, and snapped out with its tentacles as she released the wyrm. The doglike demon caught it with ease, draining its energy until the creature was nothing more than a dried up husk on the floor.
They continued this mutually enjoyable activity for a while, until a green orb with spiraling energy inside of it began to glow by the succubus' recliner. Merry sighed, and closed the box, leaving the suitably satisfied but ever hungry fel stalker to continue fruitlessly snapping at the box with its tentacles. She climbed onto the recliner and lay down on her stomach, activating the orb for communication with a flick of her wrist.
"Report, Merry," came the deep, unusually eager voice. "Is the human dead?"
"Ifferis is dead, master," Merry purred, a small smile coming to her lips.
"He is...I see. And you are sure of this?" A bit of his trademark patience came back into the voice of her master, the eredar Boreaul.
Merry shrugged, burying her head in the pillow she was resting on. Such wonderful fabric! She turned back to the orb. "Quite sure. He never reported to me. And he is the nervous, obsessive sort." She turned onto her back, bringing the pillow around and hugging it below her chest, beaming at the ceiling, eyes full of delight. "Do you think his death was pleasurable, master?"
"I do not care what the rodent's death was like, my dear," Boreaul replied, the last portion rife with sarcasm. He sighed. "Inconvenient, but it is nothing he did not have coming. He was taking too long. I wonder if the human knows, then..."
"Do you think she will find where I am staying?" Merry looked at the orb, curiosity on her face. "Will we play games?"
"I wonder...it will be interesting to see, however, will it not?" A hint of amusement in his voice.
"Oh, yes!" Her chest heaved and her whole body quivered as she thought of the possible games to come. "It will be very exciting! Shall we wait and see, then? No more scouting, for now?"
"No, no more scouting," Boreaul replied. "Not for quite some time yet. It will be better if she finds your lair. And there are other matters I must aid in keeping a watchful eye on. It seems the Lich Pretender will be making a move soon. We shall see what comes of that, but I imagine there are few scenarios that do not stand to benefit us. At least one of our enemies shall be greatly weakened. In the meantime, Merry..." His voice changed to a sinister sneer. "Have fun."
She grinned, her eyes flaring with blue fire.
"Yesssss..."
* Translated from Eredun